Olivia Crump
Stories (5/0)
Dear Depression
Dear Depression, As hard as it has been to live my life without holding your hand, I have to now stand on my own. For a long time, I have taken your advice to withdraw from my family and dear friends. You lead me to believe that silence was the best way to cope with sorrow. I believed you when you told me that no one loved me. I really didn’t understand why you wanted me all to yourself. Truth is, you were quite selfish. You knew all along that sharing me with others would be your sacrifice to allows others to show me that I am not alone. Your days of trying to convince me that life is not worth living are over. I spent all my dinners with just you. I turned down lunch invites from co workers to be with you. You blinded me from the sunshine and warmth of happiness and joy. No longer will I give you any more of my days. I deserve better and I’m moving on.
By Olivia Crump3 years ago in Motivation
Barn Boy
I have a story to tell… Sara was homeless. She had walked and walked for days and nights looking for a place to rest. She was hungry, tired and nine months pregnant. She stopped no longer able to continue her search for shelter. She looked behind her at how far she had come. Across the field was an old, abandoned barn. She managed to push out a few more steps to make it to fall down and rest. She began to feel tightness across her belly. She had no one and nowhere to go. She made a comfortable place to lay with some leaves and old rubbish she collected in the barn. She laid down on her make ship bed knowing the time was drawing near. With no way of keeping time, her body prepared itself for birth. Sara gave birth that day in an old, rugged barn.
By Olivia Crump3 years ago in Fiction
Who is this I see in the mirror?
During a time of surviving life, I woke up after the storm walking thru what was left behind, I didn’t really know who I was or where did I fit in. Here I was, a woman that had survived two failed marriages, divorce, single parenting, depression, regrets, emotional breakdown, and identity loss. So what now? That was the question I faced with empty nest and all this time to do whatever I wanted to do. Except for one thing, I had nothing to do. I feared falling back into depression, but I was determined that I would find me and continue to be the strong woman that came out of all of this standing. The sound of the quiet was so noisy each day I woke up with a plan to do nothing. As a woman that wore so many hats, I needed to be fulfilled and I needed something to do. All that time of just trying to hang on and survive, it never crossed my mind that one day my days and nights would all look the same. I had no one to grow old with. The children had left to start their own journeys. My friends had their spouses. All of my peers had retired and just enjoying the fruits of their labor. But as a late bloomer and working jobs to just make it over, I was still out of my league.
By Olivia Crump3 years ago in Confessions
Can I please get a DO OVER
As I grew older, I realized life happening had provided me with a two way mirror. I could look forward, but I could also see what I left behind. Standing in the midst of these reflections, I felt regret and sorrow. Partly because I was overcome with the reality of never being able to change it. I was paralyzed in that space for years. I raised my kids in that room of regrets. I began new relationships in that room. I worked a career in that room. I hated myself. Although I could see and feel deliverance, I could not embrace it because it felt so out of reach for me. I believed that too many mistakes and bad choices gave me the keys to accept a life where I was disappointed in myself. I owned occupancy.
By Olivia Crump3 years ago in Confessions
