healing
How to heal fully and properly.
Dealing with Trauma
Once upon a time there was a little girl who was just 5 years old. Five years old and staring up at her mom as she held an icepack to her eye and watched her mom look for her makeup cover up stick. If it was not a black eye.. it was bruises upon bruises to cover up before school. "Walk in and smile and after school I'll take you shopping". Every day was the same. Every night seemed to get worse. Six years of age, she became bulimic because while eating dinner her mother would scream at her about how much of a failure she was or how much she should have never been born. Dinner became a nightmare, what once was food was now just something she could never keep down because her nerves and stomach would never let her. The only safe place was her bed.. when mother went to sleep and would finally relax. Remember how most little kids would think monsters come from under their bed? well most of the time the real monster would awake from the master and come storming into the bedroom and grab the girl by the hair and drag her to the hall where she would sleep on the cold hard floor because .. even under the bed could not save her. Over the years things didn't remain the same, they got worse and worse. Nine years old, Fifty-Eight bruises, a broken ankle, Five bite marks on her bottom and else where.. Free at last. A teacher at school finally spoke up and decided to take action before it was too late. The child went into custody and went with her long lost father.. she had met him a few times but not enough to remember his face. The little girl faced the next years of her adolescence jumping back and forth between the drunken mom and the absent father. If your under the age of 16, you cannot legally chose which parent you want to live with, therefore when mommy dearest seemed better.. it was safe to say she got her little girl back. Wasn't until the little girl turned 18 years old until she finally found freedom. But freedom isn't free.
By Megan6 years ago in Motivation
Medical Miracle
My name is Ashley and I am someone that has had a first hand lesson on how tough and cruel this world can be...... I first arrived in Australia in 2008 to attend my sister’s graduation. I was mesmerised and impressed with what I saw and I told my parents that I would return to Australia as a University student, I was 14 at the time.
By Ashley 6 years ago in Motivation
Afraid of Myself: a non-binary life
My days as a writer began when I couldn’t put the thought in my head into words that made sense. I would always write in journals or diaries, questioning everything. Who I was, what I was... but I never could never really get myself to read what I was writing and think about what I was thinking about. I was afraid. I still am.
By Riri Danziger6 years ago in Motivation
not yours, not his, but MINE
I didn't understand why my nightmares and flashback were recurring again. I told myself 'it happened years ago and that I should be over it by now'. Little did I know that trauma imprints in our body/nervous system; till we are ready to consciously heal it. Everybody has their definition of trauma. Just because something might not be traumatic for you it doesn't mean it isn't for someone else. The impact trauma has on a person is huge. Just because it happened years ago doesn't mean a person has healed from it. It's common to have a delayed reaction. At the time I dealt with the amount I was ready to process. As I grew up my views and beliefs changed. I learned and experiences new things. There's only an amount of time where you can numb, distract or hide yourself before it catches up with you again.
By Merichel Sanchez6 years ago in Motivation
Feeling lost in a big world of expectations
My Life didn’t turn out the way I planned. I look at my peers and I compare myself to them. Here I am without the social expectations of what’s normal for my age. I’m 43 and I’m still waiting for my turn. I want the marriage and the lifestyle to go with it, but for whatever reason I was chosen to create my own path. I didn’t have a baby, or stay in a marriage, or even in relationship, I’ve gone job to job wondering why can’t I be like him or her who has the life I want. As much as I wanted to fit in, I had to bush wack my own path while I watched others sail past me in their fancy cars with two kids and a dog.
By Hilda Mollenhoff6 years ago in Motivation
This is How Art Saved My Life
When I was a child, I used art to tell my story when words hurt too much to carve into being. I flung paint onto the canvas like a madwoman in those days. My voice was slick oil, dusty charcoal, broken lead smudged into corners. My tears were watercolors, trailing rainbows into taunt linen. Animals of all kinds, real and imagined, were sculpted to life by any pliable medium within my grasp. No errant flower petal, table napkin, or blade of grass was safe from my ever creating and nimble young fingers.
By Toni Tails6 years ago in Motivation
Ground 0
When I first learnt the meaning of success, I had spent most of my life in just about every form of conflict. Conflict and damage is a product of either ours or someone else's failure to let go of something inside. We all find ourselves in a state of conflict at some point in our lives. What's important about mental, spiritual and physical warfare is our ability to take something from it and become better. An over comer sees the mistake and understands the consequence enough that they do whatever it takes to avoid making the same dilemma.
By Wade Raudi O'Brien6 years ago in Motivation
The butterfly effect
Are you allowed to change? Do you ever find yourself being told who you are because of who you have been? Do you find yourself in shame, relieving old habits or mistakes because it’s who you’re expected to be. How often do we all get trapped in our past because of these expectations our peers and family have of us? How often do our newly formed wings get plucked from our shoulders before we’ve had a chance to behold our transformation? Why aren’t we allowed to change?
By Jade Baca 6 years ago in Motivation
Our Weakest Spots
“Nature has cunning ways of finding our weakest spot. […] We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster, that we go bankrupt by the age of thirty and have less to offer each time we start with someone new. But to make yourself feel nothing so as not to feel anything—what a waste!”
By Kelsea Knowles6 years ago in Motivation
Tailor Made for You...
Growing up, my vision of what my adult life would look like was similar to that of most young girls. I wanted the large house with a wrap around porch, a farm sink overlooking the back yard and deck, a white picket fence, 2.5 children, a husband that adored me, a successful career, and a propelling, quickening, and stimulating church to be apart of. I'd worked out in my head just how my future husband would propose and that our first dance, after our 6 month engagement, would be to the prophetic words of Jesse Powell's "You". You see, Jesse was prophetic because he had made an entire song about the way my man would love me. My granddaddy would walk me up the aisle and give me away. My mother, sister, and other family members would sit in the front row in tears, simply awestruck by my beauty and my custom made dress. Our daughter would be a scholar, have no attitude with her parents, be active in the church, and practically run the family business after school. Our son would love his mother and father and protect his sister if we weren't in place. He'd take over the family business that my husband and I would start early on and end up marrying at the age of 25, the same girl he met in 10th grade. Our children would eventually move into the houses built alongside the family house they grew up in. We'd all live peacefully and happily. Life would be grand.
By Andrianne Adams6 years ago in Motivation
What I've Been Reading About Codependency
I’ve been reading a book called The New Codependency. Help and Guidance for Today’s Generation. It is a good read from Codependent No More’s Melody Beattie. I’ve come to realize that blocking my mother on What’s App is a good solution as she picks fights on any Internet medium there is as a way to substitute picking fights in person. I realize through this book that I have to set boundaries by saying that I have to be treated a certain way or that person will not get communicated with. I will not tolerate being made to fight with this person for fun. It causes me stress, anxiety, and many a mental health problem blow out. I would go as far as to say that getting into a fight with someone triggers mania. Not even explaining that via a doctor’s note will sway my mother. Although I have contemplated getting my doctors to write letters to her, from primary care all the way down the list. I have tried time and again to set boundaries with my mother for goodness sake but nothing works.
By Iria Vasquez-Paez6 years ago in Motivation
