Overcoming Obstacles

This young woman is such an inspiration! If you are struggling today read this post for encouragement. And check out the rest of her blog.

Stereotypically Able

This week I really struggled to think of a topic to write about for this blog. That was until I came across one of my friends’ blogs about overcoming obstacles. As I was reading her blog,(Side note: If you want to check out the blog post I mention the link is: https://ashleemelda.wordpress.com/2015/04/14/do-not-let-your-struggle-become-your-identity/), it was like a light bulb went on over my head and I knew exactly what I was going to talk about.

It is no secret that everyone goes through obstacles throughout their life, no matter if they are differently abled or able-bodied. It could be an obstacle of trying to find the right job, or something more serious as learning to walk again after having a major surgery, or something small as battling writers block and trying to figure out what to write for a blog post.

Over the past few months I have had an…

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Creativity and Recovery

20150427_183247As I was painting today, I stopped here and there to write down a connection I made about the abuse and a writing idea.  My creative brain was active.  This is the first time in weeks I’ve felt truly creative.

My therapist told me when we paint or create something it  activates a separate part of the brain. It seemed like painting calmed me and opened up and allowed me to drop a bit more of the weight I’ve carried for a lifetime.

Moths 

I love the raw poems on Souldier girl’s blog. This one felt particularly familiar. “She shed her skin. She bled the pages of her day.” It reminds me of the cathartic moment when you write a bit of your memoir and feel like you were able to release the pain. The ink becomes the blood.

Souldier Girl


Guess I need to get a grip
Guess I need to be harder
Tough like a rock
No storm shall wither
Straighten up and fly right
Little sister

…All these lies I told myself
Under the wool of a petticoat
With lace up boots
and a velvet bow
But the material scratched…
right into my sensitive soul
Revealing the innocence of a naked girl
…With no excuses left for truth
Smiles skip by, unhinged in twos
I don’t need a reminder of
how deep I miss you…
I watch my feet move
Attached to another body
I can not feel my heart
It floats in a transparent jar
Titled “random art”
The school year has started
The children dissect it
Unable to revive her …they retire exhausted
Make me a project
Alone on a park bench
The coat has blown away
All that is left
….just me…



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Sinking into night 

This is simply beautiful. Thank you for posting Souldiergirl!

Souldier Girl

I carved out my soul

now i lay naked without my walls
I’ve no one to blame but myself
it is no one’s fault but mine
The ricochet of silly dreams
and backhand of belief
The fruitless hope forcing buds
like me
She’s a damn fighter

The Lord is all I have
I am clinging to Him with my whole being
in this blazing heat I am quivering
Lord I pray for life
that i may not shrink away
show me how you love your daughter
the metaphorical change to wine from water
Rain rubies and diamonds
glimpses into heaven
Misted in perfect falls of love

My eyes are black in this pulseless life
sparks extinguished
the loneliness of night
You did not search
You were already there
waiting with quiet arms
in my blue dreamers chair
I crawled upon your lap
A baby with no tears
unblock these caged…

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