This is my response to prompt #10: One thing you could not give up
Don’t ask me to give up writing….EVER
You might as well do radical lobotomy before you make me give up writing You’d be asking me to give up one of the things I most love– my creativity with poetry and prose brings me purpose and meaning on my good days and helps me stay alive on my bad days so if you ever ask me to give up my paper and pen Understand you’d be asking for my slow death
This is my response to prompt #8:An event that turned out differently than planned
Don’t Let the Light Go Out by Panic!At the Disco—this song always makes me think of my starter husband 💔😪
We were an odd couple to start out with- a generation apart-only 9 years younger than my dad but we still fell in love and made it work for several years eventually exchanged vows and rings,raised 3 beautiful kids but we always knew we weren’t meant to be each other’s forever at this realization-I went crazy and tried to find a new love story but no one could stand me for long or treated me like a secret and when all of them left, I took comfort in our friendship understanding I needed to give respect until our legal ending Without regrets and resentment in our unconventional love story I’ll always love you, you will always my family
This was my response to prompt #19: One thing you’d like to see
Quote from the movie “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind”
I try to write about something positive I want to see but today, I don’t have it in me instead, I want to blast out my rage in verse I try to change this narrative, but after many attempts, I fail so today I’m going to accept how sometimes I’m a petty bitch I can’t always be the bigger person there’s some people I’ll never forgive And when I think of them, petty thoughts come up I hope Karma gets them and they suffer like I did
This is my response to prompt #6: An important person in your life
A Beautiful Autumn Afternoon in Georgia
I find God everywhere lately in the autumn wind that blows leaves whimsically in lyrics that evokes intense emotions in me in the excitement I feel every morning in my newfound peace and serenity God is a whisper always reminding me life is worth living if I keep trying, if I keep going
There is a certain magic in nature I forget about Feeling the wind in your face running while listening to my favorite song It reminds me what a gift it is to be alive
Observing the miniature toad in the creek that hasn’t been washed away by the many harsh elements around it; It gives me hope I too can survive the really hard times,
Smelling the rain before a storm,there will be a rainbow after it that is how life is, there are better times after the worst of times
This is my response to prompt #13: How You Procrastinate
they’re not wrong
One hour on social media and I feel guilty for time wasted on such silly things It was an hour that killed my productivity an hour when I allowed my brain to wonder to something other than my children or work I could have been making content or helping my son with his homework and I chastise myself for wasting time then self compassion steps in and reminds me I’m human and it’s okay to allow myself to escape my reality in the superfluous things in life
This is my response to prompt #5: Something you know something a lot
where is my honorary degree tho?
Where is my honorary degree in my BPD recovery ? I’ve read more books than I’ve cared to- I’ve acknowledged more toxic patterns than I wanted to- And I’m almost an expert at DBT But I still have days when I think it’s all bullshit I still have times I miss the chaos in my life so I know I still have a long way to go in this journey and it’s needed to fulfill my potential I need to let go of anything that caused me harm and say goodbye to who I once was Thanks to this recovery journey I’m self aware, I’m full of self compassion, I’m going to become the best version of myself
Maybe I was too harsh with my words Frustrated with rejection and abandonment I was filled with anger and resentment that needed to bleed on paper Maybe I’ve been too much of a critic Cutting you down with petty words and insults Perhaps I was projecting my own insecurities Maybe I should have taken some of the blame of your unexpected departures I know I’m not an easy woman to be with often times I’m too emotional and needy And maybe, just maybe I forgive all of you and me We were all trying our best to love and be loved And sometimes even our best isn’t enough
This was my response to prompt #3: Three good things
I don’t know how I’d cope without these three things
Coffee, music, and books are what I need to get through the dreariest of days Coffee to wake me up from my somber mood Music to feel every single feeling in my body and maybe try to dance them all out Books to calm down my most intrusive of thoughts Coffee,music, and books are what I need to make myself shiny again
This was my response to prompt #3: How are you working towards your goals
so true
Consistency and routine are staples in my life they help me grow and thrive I’m outgrown the chaos and adrenaline rushes I used to find myself in- it held me back and made me stagnant I finally understood the importance of a boring and quiet life it is needed to make my dreams a reality it is essential for my serenity and peace
No estoy completamente donde quiero estar porque tengo dos áreas con las que todavÃa tengo problemas:
Apegarme a mis lÃmites, especialmente cuando siento la presión de otros para plegarme a su voluntad y deseos.
-mis distorsiones cognitivas que incluyen el pensamiento en blanco y negro y el pensamiento en absolutos
He vivido con estas distorsiones cognitivas desde que tengo memoria, y ha sido muy difÃcil romper estos patrones de pensamiento poco saludables, pero estoy trabajando en ello.
Para concluir lo que se siente como la publicación de blog más larga de la historia, aquà hay algunos pensamientos:
Estar aquÃ, en un lugar donde estoy realmente feliz y contenta conmigo misma y con mi vida se siente increÃble y surrealista. No tener episodios depresivos mayores cada dos semanas en los que estoy atrapada en esta rutina de miseria se siente como un tipo de libertad que no puedo describir. Manejar emociones duras como la ira y la tristeza sin que afecten toda mi semana o todo mi dÃa es algo que siempre sentà que era imposible hasta ahora.