Dalianis Rodriguez
Bio
Hi! As my profile says, my name is Dalianis, Dali for short. I breathe creative expression. I believe in God, I'm a pastor's daughter and I don't like religion. My north is God and love to all humankind. Let's create beauty!
Stories (4/0)
S.O.S.
My choice for social media account: If you're not following her, do it now!!! Let's begin with the lovely, brave and talented Alicia Cook. Love, it’s multidimensional. And as cliche as it sounds, it really does make the world a better place. I want to talk about the love and bond of sisterhood. I want to show you an account and it’s author, who’s not only been a great inspiration, but her books have been my sober sponsor. Her account has also taught me self love. Her Instagram handle is @thealiciacook. In her career as a writer and activist she shares her own experience with addiction through her cousin, who died because of heroin. Her career is growing fast, and yet she still has time for little me. We became Instagram friends, I read one of her poems and it hit home for me. We talked shortly about my struggle with addiction, I was addicted to prescription medicine and I almost died. Her words were so raw and so full of emotional truth, that it drew me to buying her first two books, “Stuff I've been Feeling” and I “Hope my Voice Doesn't Skip”, both of which I keep close to me. One under my pillow and one on my nightstand. They work as my emotional fire extinguisher! I'm sharing this in particular because, even though it might seem sad, it's truly not! I enjoy her account immensely, it brings me joy because she cares! She inspires me, I haven't had the best life, but I can say with certainty that reading her books has broadened my perspective, love, and friendship. I hope you search for her account, and I hope that she brings you joy as much as she has to me and so many other people. I’ll leave you with one of my favorite quotes from her book, "I've come this far on a broken heart-functioning at maybe on a good day, 40% efficiency. So I think you should be nervous about what I'll accomplish once I heal. The mountains I'll move, the miles i'll cover, the skin I'll get under." Absolutely brilliant!!!! This is my mantra!!!! I should be dead right now! If her words don't bring me joy, what else will?! The bond of sisterhood!
By Dalianis Rodriguez4 years ago in Motivation
#metoo
she'll never be a "shiny happy" type of girl, the ones who were always busy with travel, friends and swim meets those who grew up having it all figured out she's the "messy happy" kind, who loves in extremes and bleeds when she does, the one who needs a little bit more, because they've taken too much every time that she's loved they've sucked out her soul, she's been broken, bruised and abused! those types of cuts leave scars that don't easily close. she will write about darkness because she's seen it too much, there's no way to disguise it, but she'll try for him, try to fit in, until she can't anymore. she'll grow up battling demons without ever knowing that her passion and heart to save others is the reason she’s haunted. she'll be too hard on herself and try to make up and she may need a pill or two to quiet the noise. you won't see her in the mall, the beach or the club, you can find her in the shadows underneath a willow tree, filling pages with words that remind her to try to keep smiling, because it doesn't come easily unless she's helping another. she's kind, she's tougher than she thinks, she will shine brighter than everyone else, more than those perfect girls, once she realizes that what makes her so special is that she was able to pick up her broken pieces and put herself back together all on her own.
By Dalianis Rodriguez4 years ago in Poets
Disappeared
there are so many ways to disappear... i think the worst is in plain sight, the one where no one notices you’re gone, that they’re talking to a stranger. denial is not the best way to make a soul’s death better, how can the brain grasp the fact that the person they loved is gone and standing right in front of them is the shell of the person they used to know. an empty shell equals and ambiguous loss. if i ever disappeared like that, i’d ask them for a trip to the ocean, leave my bearings and look at them one last time, try to remember that I loved them once. walk into the water and let the waves carry me out, far, far way, and deep. peacefully finally finding what was missing...myself.
By Dalianis Rodriguez4 years ago in Poets
