healing
How to heal fully and properly.
Letters from a Confused College Student
Dear Universe, I am totally and completely lost in life. I'm at a college I don't want to be getting a General Associate's degree. I have no idea what or where I want to go after getting my Associates. I need some sort of direction! But maybe I should introduce myself first.
By Elizabeth Hunt6 years ago in Motivation
Random Acts of Kindness
I am a Survivor of the Las Vegas shooting on October 1, 2017. From that horrific event came a lot of different emotions, feelings, and experiences. Disbelief, anger, shock, denial, heartbreak, you name it. Everyone has been all over the map since that night. But from all the trauma and horror of that night, also came a glimmer of hope. A reassurance that, there is still good in the world. Lots of it as it turns out.
By Word Slinger6 years ago in Motivation
Are You at Threshold?
The key for my hypnotherapy work to have maximum impact, is that my clients have a genuine desire to make the changes they want in their lives. Far too often I’m asked, “Can you help me quit smoking?!” And expect us to wave a magic wand to ‘cure’ them, without taking any responsibility or helping themselves.
By Zero to Sixty Hypnosis6 years ago in Motivation
The Wind on Your Side
Finding moments of bliss and beauty is essential to a life filled with joy. No matter how small or short that moment is, enjoy it wholly. Let that feeling compel you to greater things, and let the stress of everyday life fade at least for a little while.
By Richard Piland6 years ago in Motivation
My Anxiety Is Everywhere and Nowhere
Green Man is a pagan deity who has gotten on my case about doing something with my life. He’s right; I need to do something with my life. But my knee injury is something I need to have better first, or maybe I can just push my way through my pain. Green Man is ancient. Yes, I have anxiety and he should take that into account before he pesters me to do something with my life some more. Green Man is a god of vegetation and plant life, in addition to ranting to me about doing something with my life.
By Iria Vasquez-Paez6 years ago in Motivation
What I Thought
I guess when I was younger, I wished a lot of things for myself when I “grow up.” I suppose every kid had those thoughts. Every kid wanted to be an astronaut or a race car driver or a doctor. And some kids went over the top like becoming President or becoming a celebrity. I, for one, was one of those over-the-top kids. I always knew I had a talent and I always thought that I was unique or I was the only one out of almost everyone that could sing. My small innocent feeble mind made me believe that it was rare that hardly anyone could sing unless you were famous.
By M O6 years ago in Motivation
Stick and Stones May Break My Bones
Most of us on Facebook have seen the post “share a picture of you in your senior year and one now.” I know I did and I even shared it myself and said “it’s amazing what eight years and a baby can do.” That post got me thinking a lot about something that I overheard over a decade ago...
By Chelsea Kitchen6 years ago in Motivation
Decisions, Decisions
Decisions, decisions… How do we really deal with the hard ones? 2017 was certainly a year of change for me on a personal level, with dramatic endings happening on a weekly basis. (I know I am among friends when I say this). It felt like a never-ending soap opera and that is putting it mildly.
By Ruby Brown6 years ago in Motivation
Courage
Downcast soul, what have you become? You've been wearing this mask for too long and now it is stuck on my face like a shitty song in my head. I'm living in this tragic, yet silver lining of a whirlwind feeling like a meal for wolves. But really, what am I here for? I do not want to follow the rules and I sure as hell do not want to be stuck in this cell. I feel like my whole body is wrapped with a python and leeches are on my heart. When will this ache stop and my exhausted body become full again? I don't know who I am anymore, must be the trauma, it's a start. I won't pick up the phone. I lie and say I'm not home. What kind of friend am I? They don't know I lay with demons. My heart is gold, my body is dead, my mind is racing. How am I even standing? If you knew the real me, would you run, would you fly with me? Locked in these handcuffs with the key just far enough for me to miss it.
By Nicolette Heisler6 years ago in Motivation