We each bring fragments of brokenness into the arena of healing, and together, we claim victories on multiple levels. If ever one thinks they are alone, they would be wrong.
Authentic Truths-One Step at a Time
Bipolar Life-Dangling by a Thread
The chains holding me in one spot, as I helplessly watch my own being self destruct, can only be broken when I am fully aware and cognizant in my own life.
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I’m the Ugliest Girl I Know-by Being Lydia!
Originally posted on Being Lydia!: That title is a quote from Pink’s acceptance speech at the VMA awards and refers to what her 6-year-old daughter, Willow, said on her way to school one day. However, it is something I said many times myself at that age and all through my life. Pink’s speech is very… via …
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Poetry-Unchained
Close these eyes and clearly see All the times gone by. When dust is back to life again Swirling about my eye.
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Atlantis Award Poetry Submission Deadline: October 1st — the poet’s billow
We are looking for the best, most unique, and interesting poems out there for the 2017 Atlantis Award. There are no restrictions on length, style, or subject. We just want poems that make it so we can’t stop reading, ones that make us want to write. Deadline October 1st. The Atlantis Award is given for […] …
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Five Minute Friday-Work: A teen mom’s story
To assume a young mother, or father, is not capable of doing the work necessary to live well is laughable, naive, and dare I say- ignorant?
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Lost & Found-Amused
The more I share and listen to others, the more I find I am not alone. Life was never easy. Honestly, many days, life sucked. I did not want to be where I was in that moment, especially in my childhood. I certainly prayed and cried myself to sleep many a night, just to wake up and find myself on the same ride.
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Mental Health ~ Desirable Weakness
Many who have remained hidden somewhere in the background. Fear stomping her fight. Shame draping over his shoulders like a heavy stone cape. The burden, effortlessly, weighing her down.
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Five Minute Friday-“Neighbor”
In a moment of rage, we ferociously take aim and fire with ticks of our fingertips. What we would never do face to face, we now feel strong enough to do while hidden comfortably in our homes.
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Mental Health ~ Cautious Assumption
The battle for ownership of A broken mind. Missiles firing, darts flying, guns shooting All where an eerie quiet resides.
Lisa @ Authentic Truths 