This was my response to prompt #17: The best gift you could receive
me annoyed with everything…lol
God grant me serenity and peace I hate it when I’m like this everything annoys the fuck out of me If I have to see another post about healing or trauma or my inner child, I’m throwing my phone out the door it’s not anything or anyone specifically its these horrible mood swings They transform me into a salty bitch who sets fire to everything and everyone with her pen and paper at least now I channel my anger into poetry and prose and no longer self implode when will serenity and peace come to me permanently and not just come to visit me temporarily?
This was my response to prompt #27: A book you want to read
Quote from “The Body Keeps Score”
Will “The Body Keep Score” give me the answers I need as to why my body still feels past trauma and why I still have nightmares about people and places who has caused me harm? or how when a trauma anniversary comes up like the day I lost my baby or the day I lost my mind my body feels extra heavy and my fists are clenched all day Will I finally understand my body can still feel the pain of trauma months and even years later when something catastrophic happens to me?
I made my body an altar Each morning I look in the mirror and I pray Each part of me represents divinity A higher power loved me enough to give me breath That is why I am doing the best I can to present my body I close my eyes and thank my organs for functioning I am divine and I know I will treat myself with high respect
This was my response to prompt #7:Your Favorite Recipe
me and my boys on thanksgiving
4 cups of milk, two sticks of cinnamon 2 chocolate bars from Cuzco, a unhealthy and gluttonous amount of sugar I“ll bring it all to a boil with all the love in my heart to make Peruvian hot chocolate for my boys
I was never the marrying kind Don’t know why I forced myself into that line Maybe because of society’s expectations I made marriage my destination But it wasn’t really who I ever was Forever is not meant to be in my book of love But still I tried for seven years And by year 7, I ran into my biggest fear I felt trapped in a cage of my own making Happiness, contentment, and authenticity I was faking But it was never truly me Living this suburban reality And one day I wanted to sleep forever My mind collapsed from society’s pressure to continue this facade of being the perfect wife With my perfectly imperfect life My authenticity I had to put aside I’m a wife and mother of three There’s no such thing as being free But these were the lies I told myself The critic in me I learned to quell I learned I could be a mother but not a wife My husband took our relationship’s demise in stride There would no more anniversaries We were done with self imposed forgeries And a new chapter started with us One full of laughter, friendship and familial love
This was my response to prompt #23: What’s you’d really like to do tomorrow
Kailua Beach, Hawaii-my former paradise
Tomorrow I’d like to swim for the first time in my former paradise and after lay out in the sun in my bikini I’ve loved feel the sand everywhere instead of tolerating another dreary and rainy day in Georgia My mood would improve and I would write more happy poems Instead of writing about how I hate my existence and everyone and everything in it
Apparently, here is another poem from the great breakup of 2021 that never got posted. I’ve also included the revision of it after the poem.
Solitude be like
I deserve better than some low class player I deserve a man who knows how to love not some boy that’s not enough I deserve respect not to be treated like an object I deserve honesty not someone who lies to me I deserve to be able to trust Not some asshole who’s out for lust I deserve to be happy and to not drown in misery I deserve a real man and not an ass from jerk land
2001
Worthy of My Energy
fuck the toxic love story I keep on repeating I refuse to be disrespected and objectified by another man who lies to me about love because he’s lonely and wants me in his bed I’m no longer a temporary bandaid for another confused man who doesn’t know what he wants and discards of me when I’m stop being easy from now on any man who wants to be with me will have to prove himself to be worthy of my energy
This is my response to prompt #11: A goal you reached
I know my worth..now fuck off 🤣🤣🤣
Getting rid off my self imposed chains of insecurity and doubt I no longer give any fucks-I no longer hold back I announce my arrival when I drive, when I make love, and when I blog I’m liberated from the chaos I used to cause and have accepted sometimes an attention whore or an introvert and it’s okay to swing between both as long as I honor my truth and know my worth
This is my response to prompt #15: the best kind of surprise
sometimes you have to say “fuck it”
Love surprises me with a glance, with a slight touch on my hand And 99.9 percent of me wants to run I don’t want to take a chance once again with my sanity but the romantic in me say “fuck it” maybe this will finally be a different story one where my lover doesn’t leave
Why did you break our romantic ties? What did she have to make you leave me suddenly? Why do I keep repeating the same stupid story, of finding myself the woman used and scorned? I’m fucking exhausted with rage always making the same mistake over and over again giving all of my myself to another confused man who leaves me when I’m no longer easy
This is my response to prompt #14: What did you think you’d be when you grew up
me in November of this year right before the Taylor Swift dance party in town
When I imagined my happily ever after- it never looked like my current reality a mother of 3 with 2 jobs, on the brink of divorce, with 5 mental health diagnosis and yet, I stand here with contentment in my heart and appreciation for the life I’m living I may not have grown up to live the life I envisioned but I’m still proud of who I’ve become
In honor of Taylor Swift’s Birthday, I decided to share my favorite Taylor Swift songs! I didn’t become a Swiftie until last winter when Red (Taylor’s Version) came out. Maybe it was because it was such an emotional time for me but I cried when I watched the “All Too Well” video the first time and the second time when I made my three kids watch the video with me. My youngest son unwittingly knows the lyrics to “Anti-Hero” and “Karma” because some days, I blast Swift from Alexa and my record player. I don’t think you get the full Swiftie experience unless you listen to her on vinyl. Also, in November, I spontaneously found myself at a Taylor Swift Dance Party and it was beyond amazing. I’ve included a short clip of it at the bottom. Anyways, this playlist includes what I consider the best of her work and music that’s gotten me through some of my toughest times or has uplifted me in some way. I hope y’all enjoy it:
the day that Red(Taylor’s Version) came out
Anti-Hero Blank Space Begin Again All Too Well (The 10 Minute Version) Karma Enchanted My Tears Ricochet Death By a Thousand Cuts Dress Vigilante Shit Right Where You Left Me Delicate Better Than Revenge The Lakes Afterglow The 1 Long Story Short Mastermind Closure Maroon The Way I Loved You This Love Call It What You Want Champagne Problems I Bet You Think About Me Hoax Midnight Rain Back to December Clean Mad Woman This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things Style Bejeweled
Below is a link to my Taylor Swift spotify playlist for your listening pleasure:
Below is a short video I made of the Taylor Swift Party I went to in November, it was so much fun! I love how I’m just exuding happiness and joy in this video, it’s a complete turnaround from who I was last year:
I never said I was a singer but I was tipsy and having the time of my life…lol
This is my response to prompt #16: Your favorite household chore
it’s always your responsibility
Springtime is here, it’s my favorite time of the year I blast out music from Alexa and start de-cluttering Anais Nin books I’ll never read go into the donation box her life no longer inspires me Dresses and outfits I wore to my trauma are packed in a suitcase destined for Lima Dozens of therapy sheets are recycled I finally found calm and serenity Springtime is here and it’s to get rid of everything that no longer fits this new version of me
Patience eludes me I want to run and jump to the next chapter of my life the chapter where I’m the victor and not the victim the chapter where I’m a winner and not a failure but I need to appreciate the journey and accept that the bumps along the way Help me savor the next chapter full of victories and maybe even love Patience is a necessary virtue for the growth and progress necessary for the next chapter
Life on the BPD 