Louise Blake-Michael (Risen Phoenix)
Bio
LouLou maintains a boundary between her professional endeavors and personal life. She wears many hats as an author, blogger, and content creator. In various projects, each one a testament to her dedication and passion for storytelling.
Stories (327/0)
Overstimulation In Social Situations
I am still learning about communication after being unheard for so long I learned I have no social quos, and a lot is awkward for me. No that's an understatement I don't have a social life. I did have someone a thought to call a friend, however, we aren't friends anymore. Her name was Kyndall Lewis, I thought we had somewhat something in common. I was wrong to have said this. You know when a "friend", wants advise. They want the truth, however, the thing is they don't want the truth they want a lie. I said the wrong thing to her I told her the truth.
By Louise Blake-Michael (Risen Phoenix)3 months ago in Writers
Why Troubled Children Have an Increased Trauma In Society
As a former "troubled child" I learned two things normal communication even in the 90s was difficult for me. One, I learned no one listens. Two, if I have a meltdown I will be restrained. Most troubled children like myself when restrained by professionals who wouldn't listen to me traumatized me enough but being able to not move embraced with a professional gripping my hands. That was beyond traumatizing. I didn't know this was still a common practice until I overheard one of my peers who is a major in Psychology interning at some nonprofit agency that's similar to the 90s verse of Latch Key.
By Louise Blake-Michael (Risen Phoenix)3 months ago in Psyche
I Was Robbed In Tower City
I was robbed yesterday morning at 5:00 am on the dote apparently in the investigation Detective Don has done. I was craving a banana nut muffin, and coca cola. When I think about a government section Social Worker job something I am degree seeking my thoughts are naive. I dreaded writing this article because it feels like I am exposing feelings I don't know if I'm ready to share. I wish I could forget this I really do. I thought by speaking to my mother in-law it would help me feel not so victimized it was opposite. Something else to deal with in therapy I should share the city of Cleveland for my emotional scars. But what would that do? I thought I wanted justice. But what would that do? I want my life back I want to not feel like a victim. I want to stop feeling like shit.
By Louise Blake-Michael (Risen Phoenix)3 months ago in Writers
The Dishonesty of Humanity
I was awaiting for my laptop to come through the mail it was supposed to come on the 16th, of January. The delivery company partnered with Walmart had delayed the timing. Unfortunately deemed to be on time I received a phone call from the driver while I was on my way to College Writing II. After a few hours excited, I received the box just the laptop wasn't inside of it.
By Louise Blake-Michael (Risen Phoenix)4 months ago in Writers
Sensory In Social Environments
In social environments can be difficult at times feeling self-conscious for me at times. Makes me weird inside while these three groups are staring at me. The laughter echoes in my head, so I withdraw subconsciously. I'm so glad I have Bluetooth headphones helps so much with the coping process. So retreating into music during lecture in Child Development Psychology helps so much. I can just look through the my peers and feel a disconnect from them.
By Louise Blake-Michael (Risen Phoenix)4 months ago in Writers
The Wolf And the Girl
I snuck away from my grandparents exploring my aunt's property. I loved the peaceful feeling of her land. It had been a while since I felt any peace. I kept walking around alone. In the wooded area I could hear soft wimpering as though a dog is in pain. As an innocent kid I never thought much of it. I have always had a love for animals. Simply, in my mind animals had this unconditional love humans didn't have.
By Louise Blake-Michael (Risen Phoenix)4 months ago in Poets
In My Mind ~ Surviving with ADHD
There are so many misconceptions of ADHD no one takes it seriously. It's so simpler to Autism it should be in the spectrum. I don't share this because I'm always afraid I'm won't be treated equally to my peers, or co-workers. On job applications I have checked off I don't wish to say when it comes to the disability part. I hate the word disability, so much so it's close to loath. It's like it's inviting me to be mistreated or bullied.
By Louise Blake-Michael (Risen Phoenix)4 months ago in Writers
.•❤•.Goals For a New Year •❤•Oº #200
What aspires me? To keep going on Vocal is knowing one day I will win a Challenge. So Yes I am here for more, rejection. I will not give up until I win a challenge. It is important to me, I know a lot of great content creators are here but I stick out from all of them.
By Louise Blake-Michael (Risen Phoenix)4 months ago in Writers
I Feel Powerless
Rough morning, already wake up to my husband calling me I was happy about that. I know it has nothing to do with me per say. I wish there were laws with countries that protected others. Unfortunately, that's not how the world works. My toxic mother-in-law has crossed the line many times. Involving me and my husband, I never had a choice the way she fights is like a cobra with psychological warfare. I never know when she will strike, I wish I had a cigarette this morning. She has stolen my husband's money, she has stole what little found he has to find my nephew instead of walking her fucking lazy ass to the story because taking my husband's food is more I don't know demented. I don't have a choice it's not like my mother no Petra Aurelien is relentless. There are rats in the house, garbage around the outside and food set in the open. I wish my husband would just report her to the cops and she would be sent to Jail and my father in law walks around the house in front of my husband traumatizing him further he is naked. When I was there thankfully, he never did that, but there attitudes have changed to show there true colours. What's worse is I've not seen my husband in a year and I get to witness all this shit and not have a say on my husband's safety. Do you know how it feels I can't do anything about this. I'm tired of seeing him suffer no one deserves this. With each passing day, my husband sinks deeper into depression and the only thing protecting him is God. My worst fear is what if these people take things to far and he can't take it no more and tries to take his own life. I want justice for everything they did to him thus far I want justice so bad I crave it. I will not lose my husband anymore; I wish there was a way to report these crimes even though I'm all the way here.
By Louise Blake-Michael (Risen Phoenix)4 months ago in Psyche