Tag: Deep

An Open Book

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Hello, Hello!

It has been a while since I have written, shared, reviewed, rambled about anything on here. I want to change that. So HERE WE GO!

       We are in a time of  uncertainty. A lot of us are living in daily fear, anxiety, and depression. Some of us have found a way to excel and overcome the obstacles. Regardless of what mindset and situation YOU are in, we are all doing this together.

Isn’t it odd to think that the whole world is experiencing EXACTLY the same thing you are?

       I find it oddly refreshing.

Not because I want others to suffer, but rather because the feeling that you are not alone in something so huge. We are all United!

       That brings you back to my blog space. I want this to be a space where I can share my real feelings, my honest reviews, my “let’s ramble about something”. For the longest time, I was afraid to share my thoughts. I was terrified about what others would think of me. If someone I know in real life read my words, what would they say?

       I am tired of “hiding” and I am going to start sharing!

I encourage you to leave honest words in the comments. Share your stories, feelings, thoughts, and life with me. Let’s UNITE in a creative way. This IS a safe place and I am ready to share without posting as private 🤦🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️

Until the next post, STAY STRONG!

Xo

Lisa

Neurons of Chaotic Intent

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It hurts. I’ve got this storm that’s crashing inside of me. A gentle rain to those around, but a hell of a tsunami drowning me from the inside out. Waves crashing upon my tired body. A feeling so cold. The sting like that of torns smacking across every inch of my skin. Something so chaotic, yet no one can see. No one can hear my screams. The tears are invisible. Almost as this was all part of my imagination.

It hurts. Ive given up so much. Always have. Probably always will. That’s just who I am. I put others first. I sacrifice my dreams. My journey. My potential. All in the hopes that happiness will shine upon others. Glow in ways I never could. But I’ve given too much. I can not replenish these pockets of mine.

It hurts. Im walking slowly down this road. There is a cross road ahead and I must make a choice. One says “Do as you have done.” And the other says “Do something for you.” I can see the outcomes spread out like a deck of cards on a table in front of me. Occasional Jokers and Wilds, but I can see my hand. So I finally do something for me and hurt so many people around me, or do I continue to tread water and gasp for air in this tsunami.

It’s hurts. Not knowing what to do. It hurts. It hurts.