Michael C. Lafferty-Shockency
The only thing I've done throughout my entire life is write, so thats what I'm doing!
A Friend at The End
The doctor explained that my liver was failing, by morning the rest of my organs would follow. He told me they would make me as comfortable as possible and alert my family. I told him not to bother. There wasn’t anyone left. Like most things, this too, would be an individual experience.
Love, An Essay
“Your intuition knows what to write, so get the hell out of the way.” -Ray Bradbury The night was calm, the air was dry. Standing next to her was like all the energies in the world coalescing into one glorious interaction. As if the winds of fate had shifted, sending me on a collision course with life. Slated for the unending adventure, the collection of memories, and the creation of lifetimes. Though, at this point, it was all speculation, I was just high on the idea of love, the feeling of love.
A Daring Dog
That’s just it doc, it’s a struggle for me to be around the guy. Like I have this overwhelming sense of obligation or loyalty. He was my buddy and close friend through so much. He was there to help me move when my life fell apart. He was always someone to hang with, or talk to, when I needed. Never one to turn a friend down, he would honestly split his last dollar. Shit doc, the guy was even there to help me save my dog from a second story plummet.
Dad's Secret Stash
He stood as a pillar of the house and community. A saintly essence overseeing the neighborhood. “To Serve and Protect” Etched into the door of his squad car. By day, a beat cop on the stroll. By night, a loving family man, and caring neighbor. One cold autumn night, a lighting storm struck the tall cherry across the street. Awoken by the roar of thunder shaking the house, the snapping of branches, and the crackles and crashes that follow.
Why Self-Love Is so Fucking Important
All of us have heard the old adage, “You can’t love someone else until you love yourself.” Yet, I personally know so many people who don’t even care about themselves, aren’t able to treat themselves with a healthy regard and respect, or are always looking for someone else to fill the holes inside of them. If there is one thing I can tell you now, I will shout it from the fucking rooftops:
We Teach People How to Treat Us
Do you commonly feel like you’re mistreated, used, abused, or abandoned? Do you frequently ask yourself the question: “Am I really that bad?” If so, YOU NEED TO READ THIS!!!!! The bad news is that you tell everyone in your life exactly how to treat you, you choose situations repeatedly that reinforce these concepts, and then when it doesn’t work out you ask yourself why? Why wasn’t I good enough? Why couldn’t they love me? Why did they have to do that? What makes me so bad? Why do I deserve this? The answer is because that is exactly what you feel you deserve, but the GOOD news is that you can change it and I am going to attempt to show you how right now!!!
Why Dont We Live up to Our Full Potential
The purpose of these articles is, was, and always will be to inspire and motivate everyone to take their lives into their own hands, to stop living a life they have accepted, and begin to live a life of creation. How amazing would it be to live a life you chose? To have financial freedom and abundance, to be able to buy the car or motorcycle you’ve been dreaming of; start a company you know would give you happiness, fulfillment, and purpose; to finally have control over your existence? I have this inner urge inside of me to write about and help people understand their true potential and then go out and start living it! This is the reason I started Shock Therapy-Personal Development Service, this is the reason I coach, this is the reason I live! To me, helping people to actualize their dreams is the most fulfilling and rewarding thing I could possibly do for myself! To know that something I have done or said or even written has helped to push someone in a positive direction brings me that feeling of joy, purpose, and fulfillment that I am always talking about. This writing is literally a direct representation of me following through on the principles that I am always trying to share with you!
A Letter to the Woman Who Couldn't Love Me
To a Figment in my Past, I don’t know if you could not or would not love me but, at this point it doesn’t matter. I told you that I wasn’t angry; I lied, I am irate, I am bitter. You made me feel worthless, after all that time, after everything I gave, I still wasn’t good enough. My gut was wrenching like my heart was being fed through a meat grinder, like I was nothing more than just a rotting pile of flesh, gutted and left for dead.