Before I go on and explain or expose this to you, I want to first explain that this is what happened to me in my life. The thoughts and feelings I express are mine. I cannot say this is the same for everyone else or if others felt this same way, but I can say that throughout my years of recovery and while speaking with others who have been through similar struggles or acted out with similar behaviors, in several conversations, much of what I express was commonly relatable and understood. Therefore, I expose my history of cutting for others who Continue reading
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The Creative process
There is nothing more precious than your own creation
(Trust me on this)
What you build is your own. Whether it is your art or the talent you nurture, or your home, or whatever it may be; whatever you create, whatever you nourish, whatever you nurture or cultivate is yours.
This is Continue reading
Explaining The Unexplainable
How do you explain the unexplainable to a child? Wait no, how do you explain the unexplainable to anyone for that matter. When it comes to life and death, how do you explain that life has its own order, —and that the natural order of life is only natural to us and our minds.
See, part of what I want to do is helping families process the feelings of their loss of a loved one. Dealing with addiction is filled with tragedies. But whichever the final reason may be, no matter Continue reading
Sessions From The Balcony: About Love
Make no mistake about it; love is the bravest emotion we can experience. And be advised, love has no time line or time limit (at least, not real love) because real love happens and when it comes, it comes on quickly, —almost like a flash of light in the sky, and suddenly, life becomes clear. She becomes clear and the reasons we walked where we walked and talked as we talked suddenly become clear.
When love comes, it comes Continue reading
From In The Classroom: Visions of Self
A few weeks back, I stood in front of a classroom and discussed the three different versions of self. I talked about the version we see, the version we want others to see, and the true versions of who we are. To put it simply, we are the perception of three different people. We are who we think we are. We are who we want to be. And we are who people see us as.
My experience has Continue reading
From Bedtime Stories: About The Working Man
I’m no different from most people. I wake up and put my pants on one keg at a time the same as most. I work. I do my best to feed my family. I eat some and I do my best to laugh some. I have my share of faults and I have my positive side as well. Like most in this world, I spend too much time at work and I spend too much time wondering if there’s another way I could pull of my trick and figure out a better way towards financial relief. However, I’ve Continue reading
A thought on stigma
I’ve encountered a few conversations regarding stigma in the last few days. Some of which left me troubled and some of which left me hopeful. In response, I write down my thoughts in this journal entry ~
I go back to the idea of my “Us against them,” and the “Me against the world,” mentality. I think about the line we see between us and how we separate each other in different classes. I think about the distinction between the so-called righteous or the so-called fallen from grace and how they view each other. I go back to the ideas of our social separation and the Continue reading
Fun with Fiction: Sessions From the Balcony
The Phone Call:
The phone rang at approximately 5:13am when her eyes opened and noticed the time on her alarm clock. First light had yet to show itself and the bedroom was dimly lit by a small soft white light that came from the hallway bathroom. Understanding the phone call was real and not a dream, she reached to stop the Continue reading
Living With Social Anxieties
I swore it felt like my life was the same as listening to someone reading in a classroom. I felt like my life was information being read to me and I would try to keep up and read along. I felt like a kid in the wrong class and everyone took turns reading the next paragraph. But the anticipation of my turn always made me uncomfortable. I would be so nervous that I had to count the number of heads of who would read before me, and along the way, I would Continue reading
Balance
Let’s be very real for the moment.
Balance . . .
Isn’t this what everybody wants? I mean, think about it; here we are in this crazy mixed up place, we’re all here and we’re all moving along on this huge conveyor belt, which I like to call Project Earth. We’re all trying to find our Continue reading
