As I’ve mentioned before, I recently started going to counseling. This week we hit a topic that is really close to my heart, and I wanted to share it with all of you.
When I was younger, I had a hard time making friends. Some might say I was bullied, but I would say I was ignored. I remember coming home one day in middle school and telling Mum I would prefer for people to treat me negatively because at least then they would notice me.
Any bullying story is difficult to go through, so I’ll try not to make this one too difficult. Continue reading A Piece of My Story – My Class Ignored Me
I want to welcome sleep
In the same way I would welcome
The type of dream where I’m flying.
Please let me fly.
A purple hue around a blackened sun.
It’s lost its color, but the eye still has its flare;
The view is still there.
But am I really torn
Or am I just seeing truth for the first time?
I looked at my feet and suddenly didn’t recognize
Who I was, Where I was going.
What direction were they taking me in?
“Turn back, turn back!” my Heart cried;
But they whispered in response,
“Don’t worry about the next step you take, but rather how you will respond to it.”
The thing about writers is we always try to find something worth while to bring to our readers. What will bring more people to our content? What will make people want to engage?
I’m trying to sway my focus away from the number of hits my blog gets and turn it into something more personal – something genuine – so please bear with me as I make this transition.
So, what’s new with me?
I recently started going to counseling, and I couldn’t be happier. It’s such a blessing to be able to have time dedicated every week to working out one’s thoughts and perspectives. Continue reading My Spiritual Walk and Counseling
A scene of epiphanies
Giving glory where it’s due.
I don’t know if I have the right words to say.
My brain, my thoughts, my heart, my mind.
I can’t deal with the voices echoing throughout
The deep chasm we call reality.
Fortunately, there’s a light at the end of this tunnel.
It’s called Truth.
I don’t know if I can let you go.
I honestly don’t know if I could go an hour without you.
I’m so used to being involved with you;
All my friends know me through you.
Perhaps I’m addicted.