tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879369386376880822024-02-20T01:28:53.825-08:00Art of my FaithART and FAITH on a collision course with QUIRKINESS and ... My Dark Side?Wonder Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334143607960628317noreply@blogger.comBlogger172125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887936938637688082.post-58146559280016603792021-07-08T14:04:00.003-07:002021-07-08T14:04:41.923-07:00Darkness<p><span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: medium;">It comes, gently. </span></p><p><span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: medium;">I slowly breathe it in as it begins to fill my nostrils. </span></p><p><span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: medium;">The aroma is familiar and moody. </span></p><p><span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: medium;">It grabs me by the ankles and gracefully pulls me down. </span></p><p><span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: medium;">Before I even realize it, my arms have become bound to my sides so I can't move. </span></p><p><span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: medium;">Over the course of days and weeks it reaches and settles into my lungs, now my very breath. </span></p><p><span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: medium;">I don't feel much like breathing at the moment. </span></p><p><span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: medium;">The darkness is strong. </span></p><p><span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: medium;">It is overpowering. </span></p><p><span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: medium;">It overshadows everything. </span></p><p><span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: medium;">It holds me captive.</span></p><p><span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: medium;">It is consuming. </span></p><p><span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: medium;">It is life stealing. </span></p><p><span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: medium;">In the darkness there is no laughter. </span></p><p><span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: medium;">Joy is a myth and I don't believe it is real. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;">This darkness, it is the very thing that I breathe. </span> </span></p>Wonder Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334143607960628317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887936938637688082.post-67731292559297690222021-07-05T09:25:00.004-07:002021-07-05T09:29:10.812-07:00Angry White Girl<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #01ffff;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The last year has been quite rough. The lows have vastly outweighed the highs.
I've struggled so much. Everyday it seems I'm fighting for myself and fighting
against settling for things that affect me in a negative way. I feel like I have
been fighting for my mental health more than ever before. I've been struggling with anger<span>, disappointment, discouragement and frustration. Honestly, I've been pretty damn pissed off.<span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> I sit in this mad pissed off place and ruminate over all the things. Being upset and angry means I care, or cared for too long or cared too damn much. I think I am way passed the point of caring, and have just faceplanted in the place of not caring. at. all. I have stumbled and fallen hard into a place of apathy and lack of concern. As a human, a person, full of emotions and a beating heart, here I am standing in the dead center of apathy. Love is one of my superpowers, so I thought. I love really hard. For a person who loves well, I feel like I am so freaking stone cold and unmoved right now. I am angry. Fighting mad. I am finally realizing this. I haven't been able to put a label on all these feelings and emotions (or lack thereof), until now. It has taken me a really long time to get here. This is a culmination of about 24 months worth of me asking, and stewing and asking again for a few minor things to happen. These are not huge outlandish requests, they are simple changes I've asked for. They are things that matter to me. They are things that affect my mental health in massive negative ways. When I ask something, and it's met with lack of care - I feel extremely unimportant and disregarded. My feelings don't matter. I am not being heard. I feel like I am raging inside. Mostly at myself and my stupid heart. Like do people really change? Can they change? Is change temporary or am I expecting too much? I hate so much that I've reached this point after this seemly short amount of time, actually it's been 2 years. Basically for 2 years I've been "waiting." I don't know how much of this I can come back from. I don't know if I'm too far gone. Too far beyond frustrated. Can I find that attraction again? Can I fall back in-love? I didn't jump into this with potential being at the top of the</span></span></span><span style="font-family: verdana; white-space: pre-wrap;"> list, I jumped in headfirst because I was sold on this person and all of his words. Words don't mean anything if they're not backed up with actions. Where do I go from here?</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Wonder Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334143607960628317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887936938637688082.post-86967249416870672952020-03-25T13:32:00.006-07:002021-07-05T06:31:49.196-07:00When Friendship Isn't Really FriendshipBeing guarded. Retreating into oneself. So afraid to let anyone in. The last time you did that you were told that you were basically ruining a friendship because of all your issues. You talked too much about everything going on in your life. You talked about it so much that it pushed away a really great friend. They were over it. They didn't want to hear anymore about how hurt you were. They didn't want your burdens unloaded on them anymore. Apparently the friendship was abused and tattered because you shared the on-goings of your life with a friend. The hurt caused by them shutting you down hurt even more than the initial hurt you had from the situation you were struggling with. Feeling as though you may have done this to multiple very good, close friends, you wonder if you've been pushing them away unknowingly as well, but they were too afraid to say it. It sucks to think of someone as a great friend only to have them shut you down and not talk to you for months on end and not even tell you why. That relationship has changed. I don't share much anymore for fear of being too needy and co-dependent (which I'm not). I keep most things to myself in fear of pushing others away. I'm a lot less trusting these days and for very good reason. This is a legitimate fear of mine now. It kinda sucks. The people you think you can trust to not hurt you, are the ones that usually do. The sting still stings though it's been a while. If you've been stung that way then you know exactly how it feels. Just remember to be your own best friend....or just talk to your dog! Dogs are the best.Wonder Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334143607960628317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887936938637688082.post-45032869308485399162019-12-31T09:01:00.001-08:002019-12-31T09:19:48.630-08:00How 2019 Wrecked Me<span style="color: cyan; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Remember just how freaking swimmingly 2018 was and how you swore at the end of 2018 that you weren't doing that shit again...well, here we are, we made it to the end of 2019! Congrats! You did it! You came out on top and you did exactly what you said you'd do - you'd live bullshit free and enjoy your life. You did exactly that. You moved forward. You let go. You refocused. You prioritized. You began living for you and your kids. Ditched all the naysayers and negativity mongers in your life. Smiled more. Worked harder on yourself and started taking small steps towards loving yourself more. It's amazing how loving and respecting yourself more can change your outlook on things.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">In </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">all of my 2019'ing one of the best things that happened to me was finally meeting myself and getting to know myself. My likes and dislikes what I agree or disagree on and where I stand on certain topics and subjects. Developing my own opinions and thoughts on things and standing by whatever feels right in my heart. I have boxed up and put away so many of my previous convictions because they no longer felt right to me anymore. I love where I stand presently. I actually feel freer and strong enough to feel the way I want to feel and not care if anyone disagrees or not. I feel like I have finally gained the courage and strength that I've longed for for a very long time. Channeling the strength of my mother if you will. She was the strongest person I know. I am glad to have been born of such a strong and wise person - but she had to go through plenty of her own hell to get to that place of sheer strength. I guess her journey became my journey. Glad I paid attention. </span></span><br />
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</span><span style="color: cyan; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: cyan;">This year one of the other best things that EVER happened to me, happened! I was attending a local comic convention here in my town, minding my own business and got hit with the sweetest smile attached to this most handsome gentleman, so I smiled back and for a moment we were the only 2 people in this crowded room, just fixated on each other. Time stood still. My heart skipped a beat. No words were spoken. My heart already knew. I was completely WRECKED. If I never believed in love at first sight, I did then! At that moment the force was awakened in me. My nerves kept me from going over to talk to him. Soon after my son was chatting with him and I had an in! The conversation was easy and fun and we discussed Comicpalooza and who was going with us. I was fishing, I needed to know if this man was single! I still wasn't sure, but the way he smiled at me, said he was. I made sure to introduce myself, I wanted him to know my name and I wanted to know his. I left the Con consumed by my thoughts of this guy. Consumed! I had to see if I could find out more about him through facebook or something. I started with our mutual friend who had put on the convention, by looking through his friends list. Sure enough, there he was, that handsome sweet face. 7 hours later I decided to friend request him and then I tossed my phone so I wouldn't chicken out and cancel it. 7am the next day my phone blinged and his name popped up that he'd accepted. I remember thinking that morning, oh shit, now I have to brush my damn hair today. Suddenly I was more nervous than ever. I knew I would be going back to the Con for day 2. He was set up as a vendor so I knew I would be running into him. Damn. So nervous. I fixed my hair, tried to look extra spiffy and my son and I went back up there for day 2, mostly because he was in the cosplay contest. We ended up at his table again, and he had brought me a gift of some Star Wars artwork. That was the sweetest gesture. We talked off and on during the course of the day and at the end of the day when the cosplay contest wrapped up, he was standing beside me and asked if he could see me outside of the con. All I said was "Absolutely!" and we smiled. I got home around 530 that Sunday and my kids went to their dads house and I was home alone telling one my besties about this man I met. I decided to send him a wave on messenger and he immediately waved back. He invited me to dinner and I think I shrieked like a high school girl inside. By 630 we were eating at Pipeline and he had ordered chips and queso for us! He had done a little homework, which I thought was very cool! Monday rolled around and we didn't get to see each other and I gotta tell you, Monday sucked! Tuesday he finally kissed me. Shriek! Thursday night he told me that he loved me and I already knew he did because I loved him too. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: cyan;">My 2019 brought in heaps of healing and loads of love and a great deal of growth. It truly was a great year. I met the love of my life in April then this beautiful man of my dreams asked me to marry him in June. 2020 will bring a wedding in April and my baby boy will graduate high school in May</span>. </span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">As this year began I chose to grow and move up. To let go of past things and only keep what feeds my soul and let some of the new in. I chose to start seeing myself for the amazing human being that I know is in there somewhere, she's just been hiding for a bit. I'd love to credit myself with the growth and healing by me doing the work and in a lot of ways I do give credit where it's due. At the same time, I owe a lot of credit to the man in my life for showing me everyday what an incredible person he believes I am - by him showing me and believing in me, it helped me see myself through his eyes and love myself even more. He loves me and heals me so well. I know I have tons of work to do still and don't get me wrong, I am nowhere near having the confidence level that I want, but this is a damn good start!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I think the main thing I want to focus on in 2020 is growing confidence in myself, being a little less self conscious and self aware. Letting myself go and just being fully me. To stop letting me hold me back, because that's what I do in every part of my life. I hold back. I want to be reserved and classy but confident and sassy.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;"><span style="color: cyan; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">This year also brought us Godzilla King of the Monsters, Avengers Endgame, Baby Yoda, The Mandalorian and sadly the end of the Skywalker Saga with Star Wars The Rise of Skywalker. 42 years of my life wrapped up in 2 hours and 35 minutes. It was a beautiful piece of filmography and wonderful piece of film history. I was able to share this experience with my diehard Star Wars fiance' and my sons and it was a spectacular experience for both us to be able to wrap it up together.</span><span style="color: cyan; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
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<span style="color: cyan;"><span style="color: cyan; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I feel like my Twenty Nineteen was a kick-ass year and Twenty Twenty will be m</span><span style="color: cyan; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">ost excellent. Be still my heart.</span></span>Wonder Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334143607960628317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887936938637688082.post-73382617494756627772019-08-17T12:48:00.000-07:002019-08-17T12:51:22.107-07:00The Pain of Relationships<span style="color: white; font-size: large;">You're not immune to pain. There is nothing in the world that will keep you from being hurt, no plastic bubble to protect you, no matter the amount of joy that resides in you, nothing will keep you from ultimately being hurt or feeling pain in this life. Whether it's the pain of grieving the loss of a loved one, a failed marriage, a friendship gone awry or being perpetually single and feeling so damn alone. If you are a living breathing human being made of flesh, blood and bone, you're going to get hurt. You're welcome.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-size: large;">The process of dealing with hurt and pain is a strange one. I believe we go through stages much like grief. There's the initial shock that makes some of us take a nose dive straight into shutdown mode (me). Some of us go headlong into defensive mode (also me). We may veer off the road and a head-on collision with anger (guess what, me again). We may slam face first into the pavement of uncontrollable tears (yep!). Or my most favorite one ... rebellion (for sure!). You may find other unusual ways to deal with your pain, such as self-injuring (my go-to). You may also go against everything you think you know and tossing that flaming bag of shit out the nearest open fucking window. Personally, I have gone through all of these stages. So many times I have uttered the words - "I don't give a damn" to "I care too damn much." Caring is where the problem lies. When you care too much you get sucked into the emotional side of everything and that is what trips us up! We let our hearts get in the way. Then when someone rips your heart out before your very eyes and completely crushes it in front of you, you've just lost the damn battle. You can consider yourself down for the count and I can assure you that one of the above mentioned emotions will grip you! Pain will manifest itself in some weird ass way. If you're expecting to dodge and weave to avoid pain, good luck with that.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-size: large;">Pain sucks to go through. The searing agony of pain has to run its course through our life. We do however come out alive on the other side for the most part, but never unscathed or marked up with the scars and bruises of past hurts. So what is the purpose of having to wade through the painful shit. I mean really, why???</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-size: large;">It's supposed the strengthen us? Make us better equipped to deal with the next round of shit we are going to face? I just don't get it. </span><br />
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<span style="color: white;"><span style="font-size: large;">What I do get is this.... pain is part of life, like any other emotion or feeling, good or bad. Our lives are riddled with so many things, some good, some bad. You can let yourself experience the pain and learn from it or let it take root. </span><span style="font-size: large;">I guess there's supposed to be a balance in there somewhere. That perfect balance depends on you. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: white;">#relationships #pain #divorce #singlelife </span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Anger is so easy to blame and she helps me to build walls quickly, stay on guard, remain in defense mode and not let myself be open to anyone. Keep everyone at a distance because it's much safer that way and no one gets hurt. I've felt for a while now that all these emotions and feelings I've been having are possibly something else because I'm not really angry, just... I don't know. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Grief makes so much more sense to me now as I try to find answers to all my questions as to why I feel the way I do. Grieving from going through a divorce 9 months ago... that turned into grieving the loss of someone I loved. Grieving someone who had been in my life for 17 years. Grieving for a past that is gone. Grieving for the loss of myself and all the change that resulted from it. Grieving because I have kinda become unrecognizable to myself. I am trying to find me and I feel completely lost sometimes. It's easy to pin all this shit on anger - anger takes the blame a lot. For me it's not anger at all. It's loss and change and trying to figure out how the hell to move forward with this one life I've been given. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Divorce doesn't just affect you, it affects everything and every aspect of your life becomes something new and different. a life unrecognizable. All the thoughts and feelings that run marathons through my head everyday are totally exhausting, mentally, emotionally and apparently physically as well, as I am finding myself being kinda tired and feeling rundown and fatigued a lot lately. I know this is all part of the crazy grieving process but I want so badly to begin to heal, to allow myself to move on, to allow myself to let someone in, to be close to someone I love and allow myself to be loved fully. I am not closed off to the prospect of being in a loving relationship or even marriage one day. I want all that. I just hope that I don't become so used to doing my own thing that I never allow anyone back in. Grief is a lonely place to be and I am starting to like the comfort of being alone. Complication free.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">However, I long to see the sun poke his shining face from behind the clouds and show me a little glimmer of hope saying that everything is going to be alright. I know that day is coming. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">#grief #postdivorce #divorce #loss #anger #healing #hope #mytruth #truth</span>Wonder Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334143607960628317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887936938637688082.post-63407846780248719122018-07-28T08:01:00.002-07:002019-12-31T05:44:34.259-08:00Letting Go & Finding Myself<span style="color: white;">I am choosing MY life, moment by moment.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">It is my turn to decide what makes me happy and follow my heart. I am currently free. Free from a man or significant other, free to choose, free to be alone if I want. Fuck everyone else and what they think and what they think I should do. It's my time to create THE LIFE I WANT, they way I want things to be, the way I see them. A life foremost for myself and also my children. Screw everything and everyone else.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">I've spent the last many years being quiet and going with the flow. Fuck the flow. I want passion, I want happy, I want joy and I want security. I want to enjoy the things that matter most to me. I want simplicity and art and the beach and nature and good books and coffee and real true uninhibited unconditional love. I want my zest for life to be reflected in my personality and the way I come across to other people. I want to enjoy this one short life that I've been given. I don't give myself near enough credit or build up my own self esteem near enough. I get down on myself and think I am just a useless human being that has no value nor adds value to anyone else's life.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">It's time to let go....</span></span><br />
<span style="color: white;">of fear</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">of anger</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">of worry</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">of anxiety</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">of the past</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">of sadness</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">of negativity</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">of frustration</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">of depression</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">of helplessness</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">of hopelessness</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">of the self doubt</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">of doubt in general</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">of being overly conscious</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">of the feeling of worthlessness</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">of worrying about what other people think of me</span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">Will I ever get all the answers to the questions I have with regards to the past, yes, here's my answer - because fuck, shit fucking happened, it did, I can't do anything about the past or worry about the reason things happened. People fuck up all the time. Am I supposed to hold a grudge? No, because all that is going to do is make me completely crazy and plant more doubt and hopelessness in my heart and mind and make me feel as though I wasn't enough. Maybe I wasn't, but I will be enough for someone else someday. Right now, I don't even care. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">It is all this negative stuff the weighs me down and makes me feel bad about ME. This is the weight I need to lose, to shed this shit and to become lighter in my heart and my mind So I am choosing to free my mind. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">If it doesn't feed my soul, it has to go away.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: white;"><span style="color: white;">My past was a learning experience for my future so bring on the future! Let's do this shit!!</span><span style="color: white;">!</span></span>Wonder Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334143607960628317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887936938637688082.post-52541472632497128662018-07-05T11:33:00.001-07:002018-07-05T11:35:10.303-07:00Freebird Part 1<span style="color: magenta;"><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">I don’t want and can’t allow the highs to be high and the
lows to be so low in my life.</span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">I can’t
allow these fluctuations in my emotions.</span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">
</span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">I feel like I am on a crazy ass roller-coaster ride and my seat belt just isn’t
doing the job of holding me in my seat.</span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">I
am suffering from emotional whiplash.</span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">My
emotional neck is wrecked from getting whipped one way and then another.</span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Extreme to extreme.</span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">I get so excited to talk to him and laugh
with him and be silly with him.</span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">That happiness
is always being overshadowed by the things he says and it quickly jerks me back
to reality, like being awakened from the most wonderful dream.</span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Startling me and disappointing me all at the
same time.</span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">It totally sucks.</span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">I want his sweet words to ring true in my
heart, in his actions and in how he treats me.</span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">
</span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">It doesn’t</span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">One cannot live a
life of defense and be happy at the same time.</span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">
</span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Defense equals guarded equals shutdown equals unhealthy equals
destruction.</span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">I cannot live like
that.</span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Chaos causes confusion.</span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Hell, it’s even deceitful, it’s making a
person believe you are one way when in fact you’re not that person at all.</span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">He is not the same person I met 8 months
ago.</span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Maybe he was this person, but was
covering him up behind a sweet smile and glorious words dripping with
honey.</span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Nabbed me and called his
own.</span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Then bam, out comes the wolf in sheep’s
clothing.</span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">I am extremely frustrated with
his jealousy.</span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Do I want to live my life
feeling like I am always being kept tabs on?</span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">
</span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Jealousy only shows a huge lack of distrust.</span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Either you trust me or you don’t.</span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">You have no reason to not believe the words I
say.</span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">I am who I am, I say what I think, and
I feel what I feel.</span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">You want me to smile
when you tell me that you love me?</span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">You
want my heart to skip a beat when I see your name pop up on my phone?</span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">You want me to want you and you alone?</span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Then
treat me like a woman, a lady, a friend, a lover, a partner in this life.</span></span><br />
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<br />Wonder Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334143607960628317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887936938637688082.post-90576357832562354542018-05-02T13:28:00.000-07:002018-05-02T13:28:02.076-07:00Oh Lover of My ... Nevermindlove. relationships. your significant other. the one you cherish. you hurt them. maybe not on purpose... or maybe it is. cut them to the core with your words. burned them down with your cutting eyes. shut them up with your sharp tongue and careless whatever's. goading them into thinking it's their fault in every disagreement. you are wrong and they are right. every time. you lack a proper tone with which to communicate that doesn't come off brass and harsh. that look of disdain rolls across your face and settles there and you wonder why your love doesn't smile anymore. you've spent what seems to be most of the time judging their every move. questioning what they do and their practices. too tied up and immersed in their world that you loose sight of your own. you adopt and adapt to their way of life. losing yourself in the process. your words on paper no longer mimic your actions in person. your temper is quick your words condescending. you feel challenged when your person does things you don't like. pushing them closer to the edge of the cliff with every negative word. every snarky comment. every little thing matters and becomes magnified in the heat of the moment. maybe they're not what you expected. maybe you're not who they thought you were either.<br />
<br />Wonder Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334143607960628317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887936938637688082.post-57663332996580214712017-11-17T03:59:00.001-08:002019-08-17T12:10:10.521-07:00Oh lover of my Soul<span style="color: #eeeeee;">Oh lover of my soul</span><br />
<span style="color: #eeeeee;">Be gentle with my heart</span><br />
<span style="color: #eeeeee;">Treat me with gentleness</span><br />
<span style="color: #eeeeee;">And treat me smart</span><br />
<span style="color: #eeeeee;">For I have been</span><br />
<span style="color: #eeeeee;">Worn down and weary</span><br />
<span style="color: #eeeeee;">And I long for this new start</span><br />
<span style="color: #eeeeee;">Though I am a little scared</span><br />
<span style="color: #eeeeee;">Of the rush</span><br />
<span style="color: #eeeeee;">My desire to go slow</span><br />
<span style="color: #eeeeee;">Is interrupted</span><br />
<span style="color: #eeeeee;">By the thought of your touch</span><br />
<span style="color: #eeeeee;">It's the happiness </span><br />
<span style="color: #eeeeee;">You bring </span><br />
<span style="color: #eeeeee;">That makes my heart wear a bigger smile</span><br />
<span style="color: #eeeeee;">Over this entire thing</span><br />
<span style="color: #eeeeee;">And I love this feeling of joy</span><br />
<span style="color: #eeeeee;">My feelings run so deep</span><br />
<span style="color: #eeeeee;">For you</span><br />
<span style="color: #eeeeee;">My boy</span><br />
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;">So I ask you again</span><br />
<span style="color: #eeeeee;">Oh lover of my soul</span><br />
<span style="color: #eeeeee;">Please be gentle with my heart</span><br />
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Wonder Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334143607960628317noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887936938637688082.post-46793404963706334692017-11-14T21:02:00.002-08:002019-08-17T12:05:05.817-07:00Untitled<div style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px;">
<span style="color: white;">Frozen. You sit. The chill begins to reach the bones. A brisk cold overtakes your core. Ice forms on the mantle of your once warm beating heart, leaving you lifeless and hard. The cold shards begin to chip away at your already beaten soul. You let it. After all, what's the use. You've never had a happy ending anyway. You've come to expect disappoint and hurt. You've allowed those negative things to take root in you so many times before, you have pulled yourself out of the rut and here you are once again. Why should this time be any different from the last. You keep your cold hard guard up and don't let anyone in. <span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The place you've cut off, trying to learn how to not feel so much, so you won't get burned. </span>Walls are easier to build than having to deal with the hurt. Why in the world would you ever allow yourself to be vulnerable... again.</span></div>
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<span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Someone unexpected. Someone you weren't even looking for. He breezed his way into my life without warning, without notice. He wasn't invited. He came </span>along and he slowly began the process of thawing you out and warming you up. So much so that <span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">you could feel yourself breaking free from the chill, the cold, the ice that you've let enrapture your heart time and time again. You </span>slowly begin realizing that the ice is melting and the warmth of your heart was free again. There he was, meticulously reviving all that was cold, dark, lost and lonely. Leaving you free to believe again. You start to believe that life doesn't have to be this way or that way, that it can just be downright amazing. That love is real and tangible and there are still beautiful men out there with the most amazing hearts! I get to call one of them mine.</span></div>
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<span style="color: white;">Dedicated to my selfless rescuer, my WonderBoo</span></div>
Wonder Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334143607960628317noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887936938637688082.post-80438944561892119102017-09-08T18:05:00.003-07:002017-09-08T18:13:43.754-07:00Wading Through The Deep<span style="font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 23px;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"> Learning too much about stress, waiting, confusion, loneliness, frustration, aggravation and lots about love. Life is so full of surprises, good and bad. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;"> Things are not always what they appear to be on the outside. The external is covered with a smile that hides the hell that's going on inside. I think we are all basically wrecked inside, some of us just have better ways of hiding it, and maybe even more creative ways of dealing with our wrecked selves. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;"> I don't handle things as well as I wish I did. I know I am stronger than I allow myself to be. Some days I just feel so weak, so worn and so weary that I can't see passed my owns problems and stresses of life. Stress leads to frustration and aggravation with everything and everyone around me. Stress elevates and heightens all my other problems, making them seem even worse than they really are. The kicker is that I know what my root cause of stress is, there's just nothing I can do about it right now. So I continue muddling through each day with the hopes that tomorrow will be better than today. I hold out for the hope of each coming day.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;"> Love, wow. Love is so great. Being in love is mind blowing. I can't say enough about it. There are so many emotions tangled up with the simply complex word, love. Caring about someone else's welfare on every damn level possible. Worrying about them, sometimes even above worrying about yourself. Putting them first, in every thought and feeling, being so concerned with their being in every way. I love really hard and really deeply. I can't help it, that's how I was created, to BE a LOVER. It's daunting, painful and scary and I wouldn't trade a moment of it for the one my soul loves. I would do it all over again without question! My answer is yes, every. fucking. time. YES.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;"> There's been an awakening, have you felt it? My faith has taken a huge hit and a great turn in the right direction. For the last couple of years I've questioned everything I believe against everything I have seen, felt and experienced from my past and those things don't line up with what I've believed in the more recent past. It's hard to separate those things. It doesn't have to be either this or that, learning to see with a different eye what's going on around me. Picking apart my faith, piece by piece and trying to figure out where all these pieces fit to create a clearer picture for me. I have found out (again) that meditation and breathing really helps me work through things. I am rediscovering things that I used to do and finding what I need in other avenues of spiritual awareness. There just has to be some foundational truths to each religion, some sort of takeaway that speaks to my soul, truths that are willing to guide me. I'm discovering things via a more mystical approach to spirituality. Seeking a more intimate and deeper awareness of God and of myself. Seeing myself more as a mystic I suppose. I have been learning tons and still have loads more to learn, but I am thoroughly enjoying the process of being remolded and challenged in my ways of thinking. Causing me to open my eyes and see the mysterious things of God more clearly and it's so exciting! I've never been a closed minded person when it comes to spirituality anyway. I've tossed the glorified baptist Christian label out the damn window. Over it. Moving on and moving up to the next level.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">*Hold out for your love, it's definitely going to be worth it!</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">*See the value in yourself, the ways others do</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">*One month from now things will be different</span></span></div>
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Wonder Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334143607960628317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887936938637688082.post-50270806137674577982017-09-05T19:11:00.000-07:002017-09-05T19:11:06.786-07:00Overwhelmed<span style="color: white;">Reset to <u>0</u> days without incident.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">I am so overwhelmed.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">I am so emotionally exhausted.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">I am so overwhelmed.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">I am so tired.</span>Wonder Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334143607960628317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887936938637688082.post-76735499179877379442017-09-02T13:09:00.005-07:002017-09-02T13:30:07.893-07:00Searching & Seeking<div align="left">
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As I went to bed last night, I checked the radar one last time to see what kind of night we were in for. The radar appeared to be clear and the storm looked as though it was possibly heading farther east than expected, meaning it wasn't hitting us head on anymore. I took a long look at the sky and hoped that was true. <span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> I had already prepared myself for a direct hit. </span>Went to sleep with a little peace in my heart as I hoped I had read the weather radar correctly! </div>
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There was debris in the streets, ditches had gone down for the most part...and home, home was GREAT! Just as we had left it. We quickly made our way in to check everything out and unload. Showers were had, laundry was started, things were unpacked. There is still tons to be done. We dressed, grabbed a quick bite and headed back up to the church at 8:45 AM. We are still a shelter and have families staying there. </div>
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The morning and afternoon today were very busy with families needing food and essentials. Today our food pantry served about 35 families. It was BUSY. Donations kept rolling in, and we kept serving. Such a generous outpouring from our community of folks and businesses! I am still so proud to be a Baytownian! </div>
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Endings many times end with a great thud. This a beginning of something even greater. </div>
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Wonder Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334143607960628317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887936938637688082.post-45982936948951077462017-07-18T12:58:00.004-07:002017-07-18T13:14:03.715-07:00Shattered Glass<span style="color: #999999; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Today is one of those days where I feel like I've been in a fight with shattered glass. I'm still alive, but I'm all cut up inside and out. Physically, mentally and spiritually - cut up. The tears stream down my cheeks, an overflow of my weary and restless soul fighting against all the feelings it's dealing with. The stings, the burns and the pain are the only way I know I'm still alive and can still feel something. I've found myself in a deep dark place again. The walls are tall, black and thick. I see no way out. Standing here at a crossroads of broken and very broken. Pain is all I feel. I am hurting. My soul is crying out. I feel like I am on the verge of death inside. I am a mess.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #fff2cc;">I've learned that life is so fragile and it truly is just a vapor. You don't know when your time is up. All of our days are numbered and we don't have a clue as to the when, the how or the why. We've lost Carrie Fisher (Princess Leia) this week, her mom Debbie Reynolds, and George Michael, we've lost Kenny Baker (R2D2), and Prince this year. It's been a sad year for this 80's lovin Star Wars-aholic. So sad that so many amazingly talented people have been taken this year, along with many more.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #fff2cc;">I've learned that my Aspie freshman, can and will survive high school without me and that beng booted from band was a blessing in disguise. He is thriving and doing well and loving his art class. I've learned that my 7th grader will still experience drama so long as he is still in junior high (come on high school!). I'm so over 12 year old drama. I've learned that the puberty of my sister and I likely drove my parents crazy then like it is me and my hubby now with these two beautiful sons we have.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #fff2cc;">I have learned that now matter how long you belong to a body of Christ and develop relationships with the members that develop into friendships...go visit another church or two and you start getting the cold shoulder from those you've loved and vested your time in and cared for and ministered alongside. They will turn. Unfortunately church feels more like a club for the elite, rather than a hospital for sinners to serve others in love and humility. Not all churches are exactly doing the Lords work. That's not what I desire in being with a body of Christ. So the search continues for a new church home in the new year.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #fff2cc;">I've learned that health is fragile and if you don't treat your body right, it's hard to get it where it needs to be to be healthy again. Undoing all he damage is hard work. I began having blood pressure issues (130/90 range) and had to do something about it ASAP, or be forced on pills that I don't want to rely on to live, especially if I am too lazy to do the hard work myself. I'm taking the hard work route through this. Supplement free, pill free, healthier eating, mindful eating, and exercise. I have to be honest though, I HATE exercise. I have lost 35 lbs in the last 1-1/2 years, so that's progress! If I croak, it won't be for a complete lack of trying to better myself. I weight 203lbs currently, which is a number I can live with being that I was at 238lbs, 18 months ago. Decreased portion size, eat only when I'm hungry or feel that I need to eat, cut out most sugar (I love sugar, I'm part elf!) and I am watching my sodium intake, cut out most processed foods. Making positive changes and seeing results is extremely helpful.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #fff2cc;">I have learned that I have to let go of mom. Grieving for her makes me feel worse, it depresses me, it weighs me down, it's burdensome in an unhealthy way. I have grieved my mom so much that it has made me ill. I have learned through my health issues a similar kind of pain and anguish and fear that my mother likely dealt with during her sick times. Dealing with heart disease, kidney failure, diabetes, etc. I decided that it was selfish and unfair of me to try to keep her here even feeling terrible the way she did for so long. I choose to let her go free, so I can be free of the weight of grief I carry for her. I choose to be happy for her having a completely healed body and mind and soul and being pain free, sadness free, free from the shackles of her ill health.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #fff2cc;">I have learned to appreciate my family even more, because I never know when my last day is, or their last day is. Love them hard, love them big, love them boldly and unconditionally. Live every day like it's the last. I hug them longer, kiss them more, tell them I love them. This is of utmost importance. I don't want them to forget the level of love I have for them and they mean everything to me.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #fff2cc;">I have learned that I have a lot to learn. I am learning to let go and just be me. I am learning contentment in all things. I am learning to feel more comfortable in my skin, this body is just vehicle for me to use while I am on this rock. I am learning to enjoy what's right in front of me. I am learning that my family are the only ones that matter and the only ones who will be here with and for me, they're my people and I love them.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #fff2cc;">Goodbye 2016, it's been fun (NOT!). I'm moving in to a new year! </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255 , 255 , 255 , 0); color: white;">Have you ever had your soul wrecked by someone or some someone's? It sucks to have been the victim of someone taking your soul and then smash, trash and beat it to a pulp. It's like having every individual fiber of your being slowly plucked out one by one by one, until there's nothing left. You no longer recognize yourself, you've become a different person, you don't even know who you are anymore. A person who feels worthless, less than human, devalued. You've spent so much time being attacked and ripped apart by other abusers... their job is done, finished, completed. Mission accomplished. Now they've elevated themselves to a place where they feel powerful and in control of you, your emotions, your thoughts, your actions and your self-worth. Since their job is done, they're done with you. The abuse still continues, this time you are the abuser. The wrecker of your soul, the one who maintains what they've started. Trash talking yourself and believing every damn word because you've heard it so many times before. And, you totally suck as a human, right? Your life means nothing. You'll never amount to anything. You're evil. You have a big ass...you've always had a big ass, but you used to be thinner you've been told over and over and over again and now tell yourself. Each degrading word is now etched and ingrained into the leftover fiber of your being. Every negative word or thought ends up plucking a fiber of your being from you. What happens to all those tiny pieces of you once they're all pulled out? You become a pitiful, useless pile of existence. You don't matter. Manipulation and mental abuse have ruled you, all your life. You are no longer you. You're no longer recognizable to yourself or to those around you. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); color: white;">I wish people would realize the damage that they cause other people. I wish people, family included, truly cared about other people. If people were kind and treated each other with love, there would be a mess fewer f'd up people walking around loathing themselves. It boils down to others having power, control, manipulating others and being a puppet master who controls the weak and devalued. The sad part of this is that those controlling people are the ones who are weak minded and insecure, yet they've unloaded all their garbage onto you and made you feel lower about yourself than they ever did about themselves. Transference. Boom, now you are the one who is trampled under foot. Pond scum.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); color: white;">I've had very influential people in my life, people I truly love/loved who have crushed me, cursed me and broke me down to noting. It sucks. There's nothing like walking through life feeling like shit and thinking you'll never recover from it and during those times, you really don't care if you do. You're not in a place where you're thinking recovery, you're thinking suicide, because you're so damn worthless and you don't matter. You don't even like you anymore.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); color: white;">Once in a while, every once in a while, a rescuer comes in an unexpected, unwelcome person, at the worst time of your life and loves you and all your broken pieces. They scoop up every piece of you and embrace you, pulverized soul and all.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); color: white;">They care for you, they don't judge you. They'll listen to the spoken language of your busted up heart. Like a sculptor, they slowly chisel away the hurt, the abuse, uselessness, the anger, the worthlessness, the hatred, the resentment and bitterness. They don't mock you, they don't make you feel bad about who you, they don't necessarily relate to all you've been through, but they listen out a place of love for your soul. They ever so delicately, and consistently begin painting a picture of you in a new light, you start to see yourself they way they see you. This is a slow (very slow!!!) and gradual process. You start to see that you were the victim of the emotional pain and manipulation that others felt. You realize that you are human being capable of being loved, that you're cared for, that your soul can finally begin healing and that someone else on this crazy planet cherishes and treasures you...because he thinks the sun shines out of MY ass! Mine! </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); color: white;">Lingering thoughts and feelings remain, and I'm dealing with those, not always in the most constructive ways, but I'm dealing, realizing and moving forward with this life. Not everyone gets this opportunity to begin healing, but I sure wish they did! We'd all be a lot less destructive to ourselves if we had someone to jump down into the pit of despair with us and love us all the way to the top. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); color: white;">To all the contributors of my despair and self-loathing ... YOU LOSE. Consider yourself evicted from my thoughts, they are now all my own and whomever I let contribute to them in love. </span></div>
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Wonder Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334143607960628317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887936938637688082.post-4187031943224595682016-09-30T05:49:00.003-07:002016-09-30T05:50:10.851-07:00Live well this life, you must<span style="color: white;">My view on living this life well.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">Drink all the coffee. Get lost in the giggles. Bust a gut til your sides hurt. Munch on some delicious grindage. Wrap up in the chill of an early fall morning. Make all the stuff. Eat dessert first. Take all the photos you can. Eat nachos every day. Cheese is awesome. Watch the sun set in the evening. You are fabulous and family is the bomb. Ice cream is a great dinner. Snuggle all the dogs! Buy the darn shoes. Drink the wine. Be brave. Dip your fries in your Frosty. Glitter bomb everything, because glitter is the shizz! Eat nachos every single day. Simplify. Color your hair. Paint all your nails a different color. Do what makes you happy. Turn off the TV. Watch a sunrise. Hang out with your people. Crunch fall leaves under your feet. Don't ever match your socks. Shake off the haters, because not everyone will like you. Don't depend on others to make you happy. Have a game night! Eat delicious nachos. Eat the cake for breakfast. Enjoy the smell of burnt matches. Have cold pizza for breakfast. Build a fire and roast some marshmallows. The small things matter. Buy the yarn. Get off Facebook. Play with the puppies. Have a picnic in the backyard. Buy all the cool sunglasses. Paint the painting cause you're an artist. Buy the shirt. Kiss and hug, I like PDA! I'm a hugger. Be a hugger. Kiss your spouse and kids. Don't be ashamed of who you are. Get lost in the glorious life you live, and actually LIVE the hell out of it.</span>Wonder Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14334143607960628317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887936938637688082.post-46605854266409351242016-08-21T18:12:00.000-07:002016-08-21T18:12:48.839-07:00Summer Ends With A Screeching Halt <span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 23px;">I sit here tonight with tear filled eyes, as two showers are currently running in my house with the readying of 2 boys who head off to school </span><span style="font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 23px;">tomorrow</span><span style="font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 23px;">...and my nerves are shot. Did I tell my oldest everything he needs to know before he heads into high school </span><span style="font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 23px;">tomorrow morning</span><span style="font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 23px;"> as a freshman? Have I taught him well enough to handle situations when they arise? Is he responsible enough to handle all the responsibilities that come with schoolwork, homework, after school band practice, football games, and being capable of handling himself when he's away from me for away games? Am I always going to have to explain to people about who he is as a person and the underlying conditions that always seem to scratch...or claw their way to the surface of a rather seemingly normal kid, until he starts scripting movies and singing songs. I'm scared out of my mind right now. Have I taught him to be kind enough, gentle enough, compassionate enough and respectful enough to be around people his age? Have the other kids his age been taught to be compassionate and kind to kids like him? Kids they don't understand? Is high school still the way it was back in 89 when I wanted to hide under a rock from being made fun of and named called and belittled because I was shy? Are kids still that mean? Will they ever know what a sweet kid he is or will they only focus on his negative attributes. Will he be successful this year with his schoolwork? Will he finally get it all together? I don't know. </span></span><br />
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