Jaded Savior Blog
Mental health blogger, content creator, and creative writer. I write about trauma, mental health, and holistic wellness to empower other trauma survivors. Follow my blogs @Jadedsaviorblog @Startthrivingnotsurviving linktr.ee/jeangrey888
Making snow angels and calling it love.
Love and other things we find too intimidating, so we dabble. We dabble in hearts. We give 10%. We dip a toe in it.
The BIG PUSH.
When you start showing up and speaking your truths, the BIG PUSH happens. I always thought it happened because it was a punishment for doing something wrong. But now I think it is actually the universe's way of pushing out the bad from your life in order to make room for the good.
This morning I watched a bird fly right into a glass shut window.
As it soared through the air, on trusted wings, it smoothly sailed right into a strong and sudden THUD that sent it flat down on its’ back on the cement below.
The 5 words I use to enforce my own boundaries.
How changing my inner voice vocabulary has changed my reactions to real-life situations. I do this thing now that helps me out tremendously when I am caught in a moment of possibly crossing my own boundaries to please someone else or walk right into a triggered situation.
Why I use the A word instead of the F word.
For years I was burdened by the F word and just could not get myself to use it. I hated the word. I could not wrap my head around why so many people insisted it was the only way for me to feel better or embrace my higher self.
Red light, green light, 1 2 3.
It feels like I can't trust someone if they do not open up right away. It feels weird if it takes a lot of time to know someone or become involved in their personal life. It is even suspicious if for weeks into months the connection is slow. It could feel like I am being ignored, neglected, or even that the person is detached if they want time alone often. Why do I feel this way?
I don't miss you. I miss who I was when I was with you.
I hate the way it ended. I hate the last fight we had. Now all I can think about is what was said and what I should have said instead. If only I had chosen words more carefully. If only my grip around the glass had been calmer, I wouldn't have dropped it and shattered it into a million pieces.
To the woman who is hiding her pain in plain sight:
Trust me with the most certainty that after experiencing many different types of abuse and toxic situations in my 31 years, that I know the pain in the silence of your presence. I know you are being abused.