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"Here Lies"—Finding Closure, Forgiveness, and Peace
Imagine you're at a funeral, gazing at an open casket surrounded by overly scented flowers and wreaths with one-word labels. A low, strong strand of music whispers through the air. You hear the soft sobs, the pull of tissues from their cardboard box, the too-light steps of the people in mourning. It all seems to happen around you, without you, as you search yourself for the last words you'll offer to the deceased before they are whisked underground, forever out of sight and occasionally out of mind. You find the will to pull yourself up, walk to the casket, and speak. Out of your mouth spills every word you always wanted to, but never could, say out loud.
L. RonanPublished 6 years ago in MotivationHomeless but Hopeful: A Tale of Endurance
Sometimes I wish there was an easy fix, or I wish I was person that could just be happy with less. But life doesn't work that way, and I'm not that person. I've always had enormous dreams. Even as a foster kid when I was surrounded by people that ended up shocked I even graduated high school, I still believed I would do something great. I cannot even tell you how many times I wondered if I was just naive. I would consider that maybe I really wasn't anything special. Maybe I really was just some kid no one wanted and the best I could do is a minimum wage job flipping burgers. But the thought of this made me like I was betraying myself. Over the years, I learned that I was made to be out-of-step with everyone else. I was made to be different. To have different ideas. To create something different. At 29 years old, I finally figured out what I wanted out of life. I wanted to be a writer. But I didn't want to just write books or freelance articles. I wanted to create something more. Something that I could pass down to my son. A real business. So, I started a blog. It began as an attempt at writing about my own life. Unfortunately, my life sucked at that moment. My son's dad who we will call Justin (because he hates that name) and I had just broken up but we were still living together. Fun tip: don't even try that experiment. We were miserable. I was miserable because he thought our son was solely my responsibility because I have a vagina. He was miserable because I disagreed. I just wanted time to work on this blog I was trying to start. This was my life. Who wants to read about that? I didn't even like writing about it. It was nothing but a bunch of nonsense every single day. The same arguments over and over again. Blah blah blah. Boring. So, I did a little bit (a lot) of introspection. I would ask myself, what is it that makes me different? What is it that set me apart? The answer became so clear it was comical.
Amanda WashburnPublished 6 years ago in MotivationYou Are Worthy
'I guess in the end I'm just afraid. Afraid of looking back at all that has happened and know that I could have done more.'
Geenay LaubscherPublished 6 years ago in MotivationIt's More Than a Movement
The first time I was on stage with a group of people I was in second grade. We put on a Christmas pageant at the school with all the older grades. I had done small recitals for small groups in ballet, but this, seemed like every person in the world was in that audience. I was so nervous I begged my mom and dad to take me home. My mom almost let me, but her and my dad decided to make me stick it out. My mother and papa never let me quit anything. I have never been more grateful to anyone. When I was up there it was like butterflies were in my belly, I was shaky and fiddling with my fingers. The music started and the words and moves just flowed out of me like rainbows. I felt like another person up there. My wacky personality came with a wacky attitude and wacky movements that usually got me in trouble but that night, they were getting me smiles and cheers!
Carmen SpiteriPublished 6 years ago in MotivationStarting Over
So it's been a while since I've written anything and there is an extremely legit reason for it. I'm one week away from giving birth and my baby daddy is still an unbelievable deadbeat who wants absolutely nothing to do with his own daughter which is fine with me because with how fucked up his family is I really don't even want my child associated with them. I'm even wrestling with myself over whether or not to even give her that last name when she's born. I've recently gotten into another relationship with a guy who is the complete opposite of my ex. He actually loves me and my baby right to death and there is nothing in this world that he wouldn't do for either of us. I'm going to be moving into my very own place very soon as well and I've finally gotten the career that I've always wanted; I'm going to be working at a preschool/daycare center. My life is finally coming together and it's all because I got away from the abusive ex and decided to not let anyone or anything stop me from achieving my dreams. I have no one but myself to credit for any of it because I've been the one getting myself to and from appointments, job interviews, filling out any and all paper work that I needed to get done and just basically working on myself so that I could provide a better life for myself and my children. See for the past 7 months I've been homeless. I've been basically doing whatever I can to get by. No, I don't mean that I've been prostituting myself for money what I do mean is I have been cleaning peoples cars, apartments/houses and babysitting just so I can get by when I need money. I can't wait for this nightmare to finally be over so I can get to see what challenges life may hold for me next. Whatever it may be I will be ready and I will overcome them. I know this because I have managed to do it time and time again. I'm hoping this time will be the last time I ever have to do it. I fucking hate having to start over. Truth be told it absolutely sucks! I admit this new chapter that I'm starting is kind of exciting but it's also scary and overwhelming. I've gotten to meet some new and interesting people along the way. I've also learned a lot of new things about myself. I've learned that I'm stronger than I ever thought I could be. I've learned that I'm resilient. I've learned that I may get knocked down but that I will ALWAYS get myself back up with or without anyone backing my ass up. I've learned that I can pick up my pieces and put myself back together. I've learned to actually give myself credit and to cut myself some slack. I've learned to take things as they come and to no longer sweat the small stuff. This time around I'm going for gold. I won't be distracted nor will I ever allow anyone to take my self respect from me again. I will never allow anyone to ever make me feel worthless. I will never allow someone to make me feel so helpless that I actually attempt to take my own life again. I'm starting over and this time it's for keeps. I now know that I can"t rely on anyone but myself for anything and that's okay with me cause I know I got this.
Phoenix CobainPublished 6 years ago in MotivationHanging On
Everyone’s heard about anxiety, and many people self-diagnose themselves with it just because they’re feeling slightly stressed at the moment. However, there is a clear line between feeling stressed and having a chronic mental illness. At 13, when I was being terribly bullied in the seventh-grade, sent home crying every day in my catholic school uniform that never met with their expectations. I went to a therapist for self harm. It was there where she told me I had anxiety.
Rachel JennettiPublished 6 years ago in MotivationWithout Darkness
“Stars can’t shine without darkness,” ~ D.H. Sidebottom, Fragile Truths. If I asked you to think about when you have faced your worst day, the worst experience, or the worst memory, what would you end the tale with? Would you simply say: "Things are fine now though" or "I wish it never happened...?"
Mel E. FurnishPublished 6 years ago in MotivationPeace of Mind
Everyone, at one point in their lives, does things that they are not proud of and then later allows it to ruin their peace. When I say everyone, I mean everyone. Take me for example, I have done many things that I am not proud of and now here I am at 8 pm on a Monday night with my mind reeling. I want to have a calm, quiet, and peaceful mind and yet for some reason, all I can think about, or more accurately dwell on, are the things I have done in the past. These things are in the past and yet they still prove to be such an issue and it is not for the things themselves, but it is because of the way they make me see myself.
Hannah TaylorPublished 6 years ago in MotivationLetter to Myself
The hardest thing I had to write is staring me in the face. As ink hits the paper, my heart breaks. I'm starting with life as I knew it back then. I stood my ground then I crumbled. Had no one in my corner, and I couldn't fight my own battles. I didn't know what to do. I could never just be me. I was a gentle soul. I was always taken for granted, and always taken advantage of. I was weak in everyone's eyes. I should’ve known what I know now to be better. At times when I'm feeling like this, I wish my mom was here.
Danyelle LewinsonPublished 6 years ago in MotivationQuick Guide: The Power of Affirmations
It's imperative to have a healthy mind in order to have a healthy balanced life where emotions are always in order! A positive mindset and affirmations go hand-in-hand!
Silena Le BeauPublished 6 years ago in MotivationYou Are Not Alone
Within my short, yet excruciatingly long, couple years of high school I have experienced a significant amount of trauma and loss.
gray petersPublished 6 years ago in MotivationThe Effects of Poverty on a Teen
The idea of poverty is a social stigma, especially since we are accustomed to living decent lives in our developed countries. When poverty is mentioned, people tend to generate the idea of sad children commercials compelling them to "donate now," when in fact people who are influenced by it are everywhere. For people who have had the luck to never experience the struggle of staying afloat, these ideas may make a person naive, and less sensitive to the topic of poverty. Usually hidden in the depths of society, it is hard to recognize a person who is struggling, other times it can be quite obvious. Sometimes there is a fear of embarrassment for a person to use resources available when in need, like food banks, soup kitchens or shelters. But growing up and watching your family struggle long and hard, the greatest fear I have personally, is falling back into the known cycle of poverty.
Melanie Hutchinson-RodgersPublished 6 years ago in Motivation