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Finding Perspective

My mind has been consumed by so many things that have been going on. Things that felt like the end of the world. I’ve been down, riddled with Anxiety, not sleeping or eating. Then illness started to meet my family once again. Everything was put into perspective.

These worries that revolve around money mean nothing. Yes you need money to survive, wouldn’t it be great to survive on air, but you also have to do what you want with your life because it is so short and unexpected. Not one minute is guaranteed. Yeah you might have to work that shitty job for a bit or put up with noodles for dinner for a month but know your goal and that It’s for your future, for a short time not a long time because It won’t be handed to you. Now is the moment.

I look and I think these people are invincible because they have been strong for so long. But it hit me hard today, their not. They are human just like you or I.
It made me think about everything, the worries, the plans, the now, the future, the past.
Spiraling to say the least.

A candle lights for each of them every night and I know they will get through this.
Just know I love ye all with every beat of my heart and we would take this from ye if we could ❤

#lifeisshort #noguarantee #illness #perspective #life #thoughtoftheday

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Thought Of The Night

It’s 5.11am right now with no sign of sleep in sight. All day I have been on edge, sleepy, cranky, anxious, down and the rest. I don’t know if the thoughts I’m having right now are brilliant or insane because I’m sleep deprived. Do your best thoughts come to you on these nights? The nights were the demons are sleeping but the Sandman forgot to visit you.
It got me thinking about this blog. How no matter if 1 person see’s it, I’m sharing personal things. It made my stomach flip. I then realized this is a safe outlet. Where we are all sharing something. A form of therapy for some, maybe me.

I look at other pieces and the literature is amazing. The opinions are so well put across.
Images are created so vivid in your mind. I hope one day I can write like that. Practice makes perfect, and if my genre is mental health then I need not compare myself to others and do me. They cover over topics/issues you cover what you need to.

This is a bit of a rant, maybe after 5am wordpress should be off limits =P

#rant #sharing #blogger #learning #genre #worried

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Best Friends?

Are you in or are you out?
Are you gonna be the friend I’ve been to you?
Or am fighting this without you?

Why can’t you try to understand my pain?
Why can’t you understand I’m crying out in vain?
You know this feeling yourself, so I can’t understand why your sitting on the fence.

Your not here,
Because “I’m strong enough”?
I should be a pro by now I’m at it “long enough”.
I’m sick of that excuse.
It serves absolutely no use.

Your scared?
Me too.
I held your hand when this happened to you.
Knocked it from your hands and held you in mine.
Now your gone. No where to be seen.

I don’t know if your in or out.
Writing this I’m going with out.
Naive or hope I do not know.
I hold on hoping someday I’ll know.

#bestfriends #thetruth #strongerthanyou #lettinggo #mentalhealth #lifelessons #truefriends

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You took a piece of me, a piece that I will never get back.
You’ve forgotten about me,
But I will never forget you and that night

I should have gotten you locked up and thrown away the key, so the only damage done would have been to me. Your still out there roaming free, not a chip on your shoulder about what you’ve done to me.

Young, stupid & so naive.
I knew it all. I had the bark & the bite, or so I thought.
But I didn’t know a thing.

What you tore from me will never return. I live my life with this  memory to burn, with the regrets that urn.

Why didn’t I listen to momma? Why do I want to learn these lessons “my way”, the “hard way” Well I’ll tell you something, the hard way stops you from making that mistake again. There’s only so much of you that can be taken away until your nothing but a small glimmering light of yourself.

Stop before that happens. You are the light.