Poem – Changing

She hold’s her head high and laughs

change (Photo credit: Sean MacEntee)

(her tears won’t fall any more)

She puts on a pretty dress and dances
(her legs won’t walk any more)

She raise her voice and sings
(her words won’t speak any more)

She gives her body and loves
(her heart won’t feel any more)

She parties hard and fast
(her life won’t live any more)

But then when she expects it least…

Her tears flow
(She has found release)

Her legs stride
(She has found strength)

Her words flow freely
(She has found courage)

Her heart beats
(She has found happiness)

Her life moves on
(She has found freedom)

Change is a choice, not an option, and only you can do it…

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My life… A portrait in fiction

Post apocalyptic city.
Picture Credit – http://www.wallpaperasylum.com/post-apocalyptic-city-desktop-wallpaper/

She stumbles and falls… she picks herself up, dusts herself off and continues ploughing forward. Steady determination but heavy heart and tear streaked face.

On my way back to blogging

bpd (Photo credit: Jackal1)

Once again it has been some time since I lasted posted properly on here, okay I popped a post up on Friday but you know what I mean

Initially I stopped posting because my motivation to write anything at all was gone but as time has gone on I have realised that it is more that I am in a different place now than I was…

Posting daily was (I believe) another symptom of my BPD, but (as discussed with and agreed with by my therapist) I have been virtually symptom free of BPD (with only a few minor slips) for the best part of the last 3 months now, and especially the last month…

Journaling by the Moonlight – Guest post by Tina Games

I believe that mothers are a significant part of the “ripple effect” – that will transform the world into a more loving, more nurturing place. Imagine for a moment a “pebble thrown into a pond.” It creates a ripple that goes on and on and on.

When a mother is living life with complete authenticity, she’s subconsciously giving permission for her kids to do the same. She’s truly at her best – creating powerful change for her family, her community, and for the world at large. It’s all part of “the ripple.” 

 

But what if something goes awry – and “the ripple” stems from a place of frustration, confusion, disconnect or unhappiness?

Lacking Inspiration

Inspiration (sculpture) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

You may or may not have noticed that I am lacking slightly lately…

I am struggling to find anything to write about. My inspiration and motivation are empty, I cannot think of anything to write. For blog posts, for my book, anything… it’s all just blank.