healing
How to heal fully and properly.
Deep into "The Rolling Soul"
Samantha Mia I was born April 12th, Samantha. I was born and raised in Bronx, New York from Puerto Rican descent. As a child I felt free, happy, had plenty of friends and was always in the top class; yes, little Ms. Smarty Pants. Growing up in a Hispanic household with an older sister and younger brother is probably what you’re all thinking, a fun and chaotic rollercoaster.
By Samantha Mia5 years ago in Motivation
What's Hurt Got to Do with It?
Sometimes I panic about now being happy again. Worried that I could slip back into the unknown, a place I was in for far too long. A place I didn’t even know I was in for the first few years, until I crashed and burned, monumentally.
By Hazel Butterfield5 years ago in Motivation
The Introductory to Life
I was loaded down with board meeting after board meeting. I decided to take a road trip to get away from the city, and my wife's attempts to destroy me. Alone time with an attractive view was exactly what I needed, so I packed a bag jumped in my vintage customize baby and took her for a ride through Highway 74 to San Juan Capistrano, California. Since the separation, I been having these reoccurring feelings like I was missing something. My wife usually checks for the small details before a trip; I wasn't smart enough to check the weather before getting on the road, and of course, it starts sleeting. These roads can be a bit tricky in this kind of weather, so I dropped my speed, 15 minutes into the trip out of nowhere, this biker begins to harass the tail of my car I was unable to get over so he can pass. I glanced at him through my rearview, he must not be from around here, or he would know these roads are dangerous when wet.
By ANASTASIA ADAMS5 years ago in Motivation
This Void
The void. The post-collegiate drift into sorrow to non-perfection. Flowing to the masses, crying out, am I without shame to my flock? Have they dispersed and allowed my darkness to consume me? To aid in the destruction of my longevity. And what do I say to my reflection; that bitch greets me with a reminder that I am not perfect; I am not what I set out to be.
By Caleb Pearson5 years ago in Motivation
After My Diagnosis, Self Care Was Hard
Since then, I’ve led a life frequented by doctor’s visits, trips to the emergency room and days spent in bed, too sick to move. From the doctors who diagnosed me, to the ones who continue to help keep my head above water. To my mother who helps me live my everyday life as normally as possible, more often than not, I had someone assisting me along the way.
By Sydney Lovell5 years ago in Motivation
Emotional Wellness Coaching. What Is It?
I provide daily tips on how to improve the single driving force behind the quality of your life. And that is the power of choice. One of the crucial factors that cause us so much pain is the level of consciousness that we use in the way we make these choices. We believe that we are making decisions based on reality and facts but we are not. We are unconsciously making decisions based on past experiences that we have stored in our subconscious and replay every day. So our choices are a repeat of past experiences and therein lies our pain. Its caused by the meaning we have attached to the thought which then prompts us to act. And very often the meaning we give is based on a past event. Others may trigger our pain and suffering because we are viewing their actions with a past memory. So we are living in a past that is providing us with a predictable future and we punish ourselves even more because we don't see any change. So in the words of Tony Robbins, what we focus on is what we feel. What we feel moves us into action. So if we keep focusing on the same experiences, we will continue to have the same predictable experiences. My desire is to help people break the pattern of the past and to start creating a future that is one of joy.
By Charmaine Cooper5 years ago in Motivation
Relearning You (Pt. 1)
When I was in grade five, I changed schools, it was harder than I had thought it would be. I left behind friends I had made since preschool, teachers I had known since grade one, and forfeited my dreams of one day walking down the school hallways as fearlessly as the seniors did.
By Lyza, that's it5 years ago in Motivation
Drinking in the Desert with Strangers
Prologue I leaned back onto the leather headrest, lowered the driver’s seat as far back as it would go, and stared out the open sun roof to the sky above me, stars dotting the inky blackness. Occasionally, a cluster of bats swooped past the open glass, snatching insects drawn to the single light shining from my dashboard.
By Rebecca Erin5 years ago in Motivation
Let's Pretend
There are a lot of people that are sad. And when they are sad, they don't know what to do. Maybe for some people, it is clear. But I know, for the most part, it isn't. So maybe next time you're sad, you can do some of these things or think about them. Now, these aren't things to make you feel better, they are just the typical ways people go to when they are sad.
By Mick Johnson5 years ago in Motivation
How Writing Healed Me
I used to feel trapped by the thoughts in my head. Constantly, I would be pushed and pulled back and forth, dragged down by my mind and my heart, not knowing which way was up. I felt like there was no escape, no way to let out all of the bad things, the uneasy feelings, the confusion that weighed heavy on me for so long. So I kept everything inside, and felt like a burden when I opened up to others, even if they told me it wasn’t true. Talking helped, but it also hurt enough to not want to do it too much.
By Abigail Bingham5 years ago in Motivation
A Letter to My (Younger) Self
The only way to achieve the impossible, is to believe it's possible. - Alice Through the Looking Glass Younger Me I know things seem impossible to mend with Dad, but I promise that with time and effort to make things right, he will come through. I know you're struggling trying to find the "balance" of what's right and what you should do, but know that with every impulsive action, there are consequences. I miss how I used to be, the young and carefree self I once was, the friends from high school that I used to "hang" out with once I graduated. I miss the new friends I made that I knew had my back, but because of the move to Arizona, you will have a daughter you've always wanted and dreamed about growing up.
By Kayla Triplett5 years ago in Motivation