My blog typically aims to discuss mental health and addiction. Peppered through these posts are content pieces outside of those topics. This is one of them. Years ago, I came up with Authentic Truths. My truth, authentically presented in an informal, non-professional capacity. My heart spoke through my words. I felt free to lay it …
You cannot love others as yourself if you do not love yourself first.
The athlete, the competitor, flaunter, tease, academic, worker, they all found time to be present. In experiencing life with all these spirits, I learned a great deal about compassion, pain, and cries from within. What others didn't see, I saw magnified.
The unknown lies as bait, to ensnare in distrust or divide by hate. Left to it's devices, we run cold. Numb to today because of possibilities in tomorrow.
...Unfortunately, every night became a haunted nightmare, and to survive, I closed my eyes and flew away. With my baby sister in the bunk bed below me, I endured the torture, hopeful he would leave her alone. I would shed a tear in the darkness and whisper in my mind, "don't move… don't move..don't wake up…don't see.."
The character of unconditional love is a gift. It blinds us to the truth. Yet, it simultaneously exposes us to the truth.
There is no perfect mom out there. You will never convince me there is. There is only love.
From offended to offensive. God says to examine our own heart.
Human nature. It is a description of characteristics on thinking, feeling, and behaving, a phrase, and often an excuse for bad behavior. Today, I am leaning into the excuse part. I have a battered past. Both colorful and very black and white, it defines the road that made me who I am today. By my …