My Spiritual Walk and Counseling

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.  

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You Are Loved

You’re loved – No,

You’re adored.

I’m  sorry for all the things that have hurt you,

From Bedrest To Cleaning The House

You would not believe how excited I am.  Over the past six months there were a couple of weeks when I could hardly get out of bed due to the way I was feeling.  Just walking from the bed to the bathroom would bring on heart palpitations which would last for hours.  I would become out of breath practically unable to move.

Now I feel great!  Not quite 100%, but I can at least live life more normally. 

Phantom

So much joy now,

It’s hard to imagine I was ever sad.

I’m The Hero

I’ve awoken from a terrible nightmare.

But it turns out that it is reality, and

I am the hero in the story of my life.

I must battle wrongdoers with wit,

Conquer my fears, and befriend my foes.

I’m the hero.

Not Depressed Anymore

Hello Everyone 🙂

So I’ve had a bit of a rough last few weeks (which is why recent content has been rather depressing).  I apologize for the melancholy mood.  It’s just that I’ve been struggling with depression, and writing is a good outlet for me.  Why was I depressed?  Well…  

You’re Mine

A new life is born,

My precious divine.

Forever I’ll love you.

Forever You’re Mine.

My Love

Awakening to your lovely embrace,

Catching a glimpse of dreams while awake.

You take me and caress me. . .

Tell me I’m yours, and I’ll never leave you.

You are My Love.

The Dawn

The dusk is naught;

I can’t stand still.

The brisk of morning

Brings such chill.