Lee Naylor
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Whispers
Waken in the dark, a lingering thought of a dream I've already forgotten, still stuck in my mind. Floating down around the darkness of my mind. One after another. Some are happy, dancing and twirling and insisting on being looked at, others lazily floating to the ground.
By Lee Naylorabout a month ago in Families
Traumas for Lifetimes
About 5 years ago if someone would have asked me what kind of childhood I had I would have said average, or okay. Now though when asked how my childhood was and I began to tell childhood stories they said "That's child abuse." Who knew? I grew up in the 70's, and 80's. We pretty much were to be seen and not heard. We went outside in the morning and came home when the street lights came on and we fended for ourselves during the hours in between.
By Lee Naylor9 months ago in Humans
The Warrior within
I can't really pin point when it started, my Journey. I don't know if the day was good or bad, what the weather was like or how many friends I had on facebook, none of it after all is real anyway. I do know that when I ask myself when my Journey started I see a bright light like they use at the Dr.s office. Those square ones they pull down from the ceiling. I take that as meaning my journey began when I was born into this lifetime.
By Lee Naylor10 months ago in Earth
Letter to my abusers
Hello. I write to you now, here, because God knows I'll never get to speak to you in person and there would be no reason to even try. You've both told your lies for so long even you believe them. You think you are clever, I think you are sad. Your life a fantasy that you make up as you go. Always acting like everyone loves you yet really, everyone knows. That has just dawned on me recently.
By Lee Naylor12 months ago in Humans
Lifes lessons
I believe that we come to this life with a bunch of things we need to learn. When I say that I don't mean Math, English and History but life lessons. We are to learn to love ourselves and others, learn to be kind, learn to be compassionate. We are here to create and experience life as humans.
By Lee Naylor12 months ago in Psyche
To my abusers
Hi it's me, the human you tried to break. I'm here, alive, well and pushing through the hell you put me through. You thought you could pull me in and take all the love I gave, all the kindness that I offered, while you broke me down to the very lowest I could be. You thought you had the right to tell me that while you deserved to be loved, I didn't deserve to breathe. You thought you had the right to tell me I was your world while you stabbed me in the back to the people that once loved me.
By Lee Naylorabout a year ago in Psyche
Energy rising
I find Peace in being alone. I'm free to be me without judgement or pain. I'm free to be who I am evolving into without ridicule or people pleasing. I have done nothing more than people pleasing my entire life and now I need to be pleasing myself. that may sound selfish to you and for that I say, not my problem. I'm quickly learning that as long as we live our lives with the intent of kindness and love towards others and we love ourselves first then we are on the right path in our journey.
By Lee Naylorabout a year ago in Motivation
New and improved
Looking back is always a good lesson as long as we continue moving forward and achieving our goals and dreams. When I was little I went through growth and changes that brought me from wanting to be a Teacher to a Mommy, and then to an Insurance Broker. I have wanted to own a crystal store, read cards, make jewelry, write. Every passion I have is creating and I am looking to find a way to make this my path. My journey. Seems I've always been insterested in office work, selling something, ringing up customers, helping people. Customer Service is a very hard job and often completely unappreciated.
By Lee Naylorabout a year ago in Psyche
You are Worthy..
The World has changed from the way I used to see it. I have changed from the way I used to see myself. See you, see me, see us. From the beginning of my memories, the little snapshots that pop in my minds eye, I see myself wondering, questioning, thinking.. I would ask and get told that my thoughts and ideas werent true that I had to think a certain way and believe a certain thing, because I was told to. that must have been hard to not have a voice. Not be able to speak what was on your mind or believe we knew was right by our intuition. I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I fell to silence to avoid the confrontation, it was because I knew we would be silenced anyway. Still, I'm sorry I didn't fight for us but it wasn't your fault. You built yourself how you had to, to survive. You were strong and kept your beliefs deep, deep inside instead of abandoning them all together. Thank You for that.
By Lee Naylor2 years ago in Humans
Who are you running from?
When the dark of night creeps in to find you laying awake, staring at the ceiling, covers pulled up to your chin, what is running through your mind? What nightmares are you trying to avoid? Do you think of me? of us as we once used to be? Do my tears invade your darkest dreams?
By Lee Naylor2 years ago in Motivation