Suzanne Arden
Bio
I am a writer, coach, reiki master, breathwork and eft coach. I love teaching and inspiring people.
Stories (9/0)
No Escape - The Invisible Man
The very last breath of my life was noticed by only one soul. One slow, knowing exhale and I finally let myself go as I heard the final call “hoo hooo hoo?” The night owl that had been calling to me every night was the only connection I had left with the outside world, the only communication I had day after day, and night after night. I had become invisible. The invisible man. People moved around me, moved me around, talked around me, and worst of all? They talk about me as though I was not even there! I screamed in my head that I was alive! That I could hear them, but no one heard, not one single soul, until the old barn owl started to visit, and then I wasn’t alone anymore. I was so scared to die alone, so scared that no one at all would notice when I took my last breath, that no one would see when my soul left my body, that no one would care when it happened. The owl would notice, he would care, and he had to be enough because he was all that I had.
By Suzanne Arden 2 years ago in Psyche
It wasn't witches that were burned
I laughed as me and my three best friends and I walked through the doors of the “Psychic” we were going to see. The room had a strange, sweet smell, dim lights, and strange pictures on all of the walls. Crystals were placed randomly on chairs and shelves, and I felt like I had walked into a completely different universe. My friends had been interested in the “woo woo” for a few years but I had not jumped on board the crazy train. The only reason I was in this place today was because Alisha was getting married, and this was her idea of a wedding shower – past life regression. Seriously? But I decided to be a good sport and have some fun with it.
By Suzanne Arden 2 years ago in Horror
Alone
If you have never been in this spot, I pray that you never know this and if you have been in this spot I pray for your spirit. Being cheated on. By your husband. The father of your children. Your best friend. You lose a piece of yourself in that pain. It took me a while to figure out what the pain was, that it was not just a regular broken heart, it wasn’t just ego and humiliation, it wasn’t just my soul being crushed, it was my spirit. He shattered my spirit, my light, my fire. He broke a piece of me that I did not know was breakable.
By Suzanne Arden 3 years ago in Psyche
Into the woods I go, to lose my mind and find my soul
Even as I tie my shoes, I can feel a little bit of stress leaving my body. It was a rough week in the hospital. I never imagined that I would be a frontline worker in a worldwide pandemic. Every day I walk into work feeling scared, stressed out, overwhelmed, and emotional. Minute by minute things are changing, and I have to learn my job over and over again. Everyday we are seeing more and more cases and the fear grows deeper in all our hearts. A couple of the other girls I work with quit today. They just could not handle it anymore, physically, or emotionally. The fear of taking this deadly disease home to their children and husbands was more than they could bare.
By Suzanne Arden 3 years ago in Motivation
Surprise Party
The day had finally come! I was fifty. My husband was throwing a “surprise” party for me. It would be a surprise alright. I dressed carefully and did my make up just the way he liked it. I was still a trophy wife at fifty and he loved to show me off. I had to look perfect. I practiced my surprised face and fake smile in the mirror. It was almost time to go out with my best friend, Chloe. Chloe and I had gone to school together since we were 14, we got married at the same time, had kids the same ages and lived in the same neighborhood. We were inseparable as were our husbands and kids. She was taking me for a drink – to get me out of the house before the party. Then we were going to come back and get ready for the vacation I was leaving on tomorrow. A yoga retreat all by myself. Yep, this is fifty. The kids were young adults and John, my husband never took vacations, so off to the fat farm by myself.
By Suzanne Arden 3 years ago in Confessions
My Second 1st date
The little black dress I was wearing was definitely a little tighter than I remembered. As I checked myself out in my full-length mirror, I cringed. Who was I kidding? I am far to old to date. Far to old to try to look sexy. This was insane. What in the hell was I thinking? To tight dress, to many wrinkles, to many scars. To many scars inside and out. This was foolish. A date? A date with a man I had loved 15 years ago. A man who had ghosted me and was now telling me that it was the biggest mistake of his life. A man who did not love me enough to stay, to fight, to even tell me it was over.
By Suzanne Arden 3 years ago in Marriage
The Chosen One
I reached up and touched the side of my nose and thick reddish purple blood began oozing and bubbling out again, mixed in with salty tears. The bathroom in the cheap hotel I was staying in for the night looked like a murder scene, blood had soaked into almost all the white towels that were now in a gruesome I knew that with the amount of blood I was losing that I should go to the hospital, but I was not ever going to do that again. The nurses and doctors digging into my life, looking at me with pity and whispering behind my back about what a complete coward I am. No way was I going back there. The ultimate humiliation. I held a cold cloth on my nose and winced, definitely a couple broken ribs this time. He was going to kill me. We both knew it. His rages were getting worse, he was losing more control day by day, minute by minute, I barely recognized the man I had been married to for 20 years.
By Suzanne Arden 3 years ago in Psyche