Theresa Evans
Bio
I am a woman on fire for the love of life and being able to reach one life at a time through my words. If I can reach one then I can teach one the art of healing one's self from the inside out all mentaly
Stories (118/0)
Mentally Moved
Some of us mature early because life shows us the worst side of the world at an early age. ( Infamous act). I know all too well about seeing the worst parts of the world, which is also why I have matured much earlier than the average person. I do not pretend to know everything because I don’t but at the same time, what I do know is this: if you find yourself in a mental state of dysfunction, then try to dig yourself out of it; this alone can be challenging. I have found that the best way to rest your mind on positive things is to show graduate for what you already have and keep it moving.
By Theresa Evans2 years ago in Motivation
Madness
The person I used to be can never return because I won’t let her. She was naïve. She let her emotions dictate her life. She was explosive and reckless. She did her best, though, and I’ll forever respect her. But this new person that I have become came at a price that there is no refund for. Unimaginable loss. Tragedy. Pain. The lessons that I had to learn burned the old me alive. With no guidance or survival guide, the only thing left to do was transform. It feels like a lifetime has passed, a different time and place. But, if you look deep enough into my eyes, you can still see her weeping face. (Beauty in Darkness, by B. Vigil.)
By Theresa Evans2 years ago in Confessions
One Man
One man can teach you that all men are not the same. As all of my readers and followers know, I have overcome a traumatic past, and with other past relationships, it was hard for me to understand that the other party was not giving me everything I needed to grow and succeed. For many of us, the word successful means different things to everyone, but for me, successfulness means being of service to others I know can not ever pay me back. I do this because of the instant reward I receive when helping others without looking for something in return. Now true, there is a reward for me being kind, humble, loving, honest, and all the positive words out there, but the reward is simple, and the reward is you smiling.
By Theresa Evans2 years ago in Motivation
Ugly
We're all ugly to someone, stuck up to someone, ain't shit to someone, a loser to someone, a bitch to someone, but who the hell cares? Make your money, pay your bills, take care of yourself and your family, and don't worry about anyone else's thoughts. (Lessons Taught by Life)
By Theresa Evans2 years ago in Motivation
Judging me
Let people judge you. Let them misunderstand you. Let them gossip about you. What they think of you isn't your problem. Their opinions do not pay your bills. So, you stay kind, committed to love, and no matter what they do or say…never doubt your worth or the beauty of your worth. You keep on shining and let the haters hate. (Lessons Taught by Life)
By Theresa Evans2 years ago in Motivation
A Strong Woman
She can deal with stress and carry heavy burdens. She smiles when she feels like screaming and sings when she feels like crying. She cries when she's happy and laughs when she's afraid. Her love is unconditional. There's only one thing wrong with her…she forgets what she's worth.
By Theresa Evans2 years ago in Motivation
The Chipmunk Train Four
"So I take it that I am not going to get all of my questions answered now, am I? Of course, I am not going to get them answered now because I have a limited time frame with you both, and I guess I should stop asking so many questions and start listening and doing what you both are asking me to do, right I do have one question before we begin and that is why in the world am I back in the 1900s when I went to bed last night I was in the 21st Century." Phoenix said.
By Theresa Evans2 years ago in Fiction
The Chipmunk Train Three
As I started drinking the liquid in the cup, I noticed that my insides were getting warm, and then they started to feel like they were on fire, and at that moment, I felt like I was going to die. The sensation was so natural and painful all at the same time that I fell back into one of the chairs and closed my eyes. Wait, I thought that I was already sitting down. I know I am sitting down, but when I opened my eyes, I was no longer sitting; I was floating in midair.
By Theresa Evans2 years ago in Fiction
