healing
How to heal fully and properly.
The Pain of Regret
“The pain of discipline or the pain of regret.” This is a sentence I heard in some “take over your life” motivational videos that you come across on Facebook or something. I wrote this line down and saved it in my notes because I thought I could turn it into some dumb motivational story of my own. I honestly don’t remember when I saved it, but here I am weeks or even months later, and it’s now truly making some sense.
By Vincent Graziano6 years ago in Motivation
Satiated-Healing Anxious Attachment
Who is ready to join me in my healing journey? I am asking myself the question: how do you love and let go? I am a giver. When I think about what compels me to act this way, a lot of it has to do with making people like me. I have a strong want to make people feel safe in my presence, and I was very hard on myself within my perfectionism. Some has to do with being a black woman. There is always a stigma by just existing. I carry with me a hypersensitivity and awareness of the feelings of others. Some may say that is the characteristic of an empath! An empath can take on the feelings of others as their own, and this compels them to conform to the wishes of others. I am working on reversing these tendencies within myself so that I can cultivate more self-love. It feels like a push and pull to the wishes of others sometimes not willingly, and this is a recipe to lose yourself. Some may relate to these feelings. We try so hard to people please that we lie to ourselves telling others that we are ok, until we explode in the build up of our contained/ bubbling anger, fear, or jealousy.
By SAYHERNAME Morgan Sankofa6 years ago in Motivation
The Key to This Life
Those of us who have suffered loss, tragedy, and lived a not so stellar life are very familiar with hindsight or we never truly overcome it. The point where you can say you’ve been granted an epiphany of understanding the situations you’ve endured, and can grasp acceptance is all thanks to the mysterious and necessary gift of hindsight.
By Angela Brigance-Vance6 years ago in Motivation
The Story of How I Broke My Face
April 20th, 2018 was just an average day for me. I went to school, ate lunch with my friends and then went with my team to my softball game. What I didn’t know was that on that day, my life would be changed forever. It was our first state game, away, about thirty minutes from our school. The game started off well. We were at bat first and scored a couple runs. Once we had three outs, we switched. We took the field and I warmed up pitching, and once the catcher threw it down, the second half of the inning began. First batter: three strikes and she was out. Second batter: ground ball, and she was thrown out. As the third batter stepped up to the plate, I was determined to strike her out and end the inning—until she hit the ball, at almost 100mph, from about 37 feet away, at my face. At first I didn’t know what happened because it was so quick; until I realized I couldn't open my left eye. My glove fell off and put my hand to my face, only to feel something wet and warm gushing down my face. Blood. Immediately I just screamed. At the top of my lungs, just screamed. Screamed in fear and in pain. I went down on one knee in agony. My coaches and father rushed to me trying to help, but what could they do? The trainer came and I was given ice and an ambulance called. Terrified, I opened my right eye only to see the dirt covered in blood, my pants and socks stained red. I waited almost twenty minutes for the ambulance to arrive, although it felt like forever. While waiting, I interrogated the trainer asking thousands of questions including if I would ever be able to see again. The scariest part was that he didn’t know.
By Remi Robertson6 years ago in Motivation
Fear Is Strong, Drive Is Stronger
I have not written in a long time but I needed a better outlet to do it. This last year has been amazing and sucked all at the same time. I have been dumped, broken off with people, lost friends, but I have also discovered a new side of myself that I forgot existed. Eight years ago I picked up my life and moved to Hawaii for school. I was terrified that I would not make friends. I was all alone and I knew no one. It took a few weeks and I found a group of friends that I still consider family. They got me out adventuring. Hiking in places I never would have gone on my own. I learned that some things about myself I never knew existed. I could climb up rocks, swim in rivers, hike mountains... then something changed in me. I got into a funk. I was in a long term relationship, and we lost our selves. I started becoming afraid to do things on my own. I wouldn't even go shopping alone. It was bad. We broke things off and I started to get better... for awhile. But a few months later, I fell into another long term relationship; except this was different. We stayed together for three and a half years, moved across an ocean together.
By Allie Cornett6 years ago in Motivation
Chaotic Notes to Myself #1
I always say the things are meant to be and everything that happens, happens for a reason—both good and bad things are what we need in our lives. I believe that the Universe balances them accordingly. All you have to do is stay grateful and do your thing—the rest will fall into place.
By Melanie S6 years ago in Motivation
Waves
I always find myself right back here. The home I grew up in is about a three minute drive from the nearest beach with a wide view of Lake Michigan. I drove there all the time for sunset or to dance in the sand or to just stand and stare for a while, when that was all I was capable of focusing on. I would hop in my car and blare Jesus jams all the way down the winding road, down the bumpy dirt path crowded with trees and forest, where herds of deer bounded beside my rusty car making its slow way to the water. I don’t live at home anymore, but whenever I find myself back for a visit, I’m back in the car making my way to the waves.
By Amelia Rose6 years ago in Motivation
Moments
I have spent the last two years wishing that things were different, that I was a different person. The moments that have defined me have been the moments when everything overwhelms me, the moments where my reality comes crashing down and threatens to crush me, the moments when I feel I can’t take it for another second.
By Natalie Comerford6 years ago in Motivation