healing
How to heal fully and properly.
The Ugly Side of Healing
The Ugly Side of Healing (Trigger warning) The first time I filmed this animation, I wanted nothing more than to rush through it. I made the vines as simple as I could- barely adding any value whatsoever. The background of the images were composed of junk, trash, and a bunch of stuff overflowing atop my dresser. You can even see my tv playing Community in the background. As I sat down to edit this, it hurt my head and eyes to not only be confronted with the image of myself spread out and passed out, but the horrible artistic touch added made things so much worse. For there was nothing to focus on. Just me. Vulnerable. Exposed. In so much pain. This project was strange because for the first time, my perspective shifted from victim to onlooker or perpetrator.
By Tawny Skye5 years ago in Motivation
IDeas
Many ideas can go the wrong direction. To take the time to think, and process what you are thinking to bring forth to reality. What happens when your reality becomes your own living nightmare? Did your idea come from a place, I could place? Random thoughts come in you’re on my mind and you make the choice. Will you listen to these ideas? Be careful on what thrives. You can influence yourself. You are you worse enemy! And that enemy is your thoughts. Your thoughts produce ideas, and your ideas, Producers motive. Your motive might have you take action in a place you should’ve never been a part of. My point is when you think of something we careful on how you are influence. Your own mind can play tricks on you. Gain wisdom and seek truth.
By Isaiah Caceres5 years ago in Motivation
Uncaged
I spent a lifetime attempting to abuse my body into a pleasing package. Often, I was successful in making myself small,in all the ways a woman is told to be- in a whisper or a yell, or a glance- the message was clear. For as long as I can remember, it felt like my body didn’t belong to me. It felt normal to be caged in my body. The rungs on the cage were invisible, but effective. They were secured by shame and expectations that being human made impossible to meet. I could never be a good girl for long. Something stronger than the facade always found a way to come through, like my body was haunted. This spirit cared nothing for what “they” expected of me. She craved more. She planted visions in my head of desires and longing that pushed against the bars- until I broke into pieces.
By Angelique Sanchez5 years ago in Motivation
Good morning
It’s 7:15 am in NYC 2020. I still here the crickets with the faint sounds of cars passing through. One about 5 minutes after another. Harlem wakes up a little slower than Brooklyn. But I hear the crickets. I love it! But does the sound of crickets ever stop or does the word just get to loud; so that we never hear them. Appreciating the things that you don’t have to worry about. Yeah, sure.. things make you mad, sad, emotionally moved to points you can’t get explain. The random moments you battle. Who when’s the fight? Who loses? WHAT IS THE COST OF THERE VICTORY?! And does it change when they die? I know, know what your thinking; all of this over some damn 🦗. No but I do like the peace it gives me when I am up all alone. Checking on my children as they dream of their most wonderful dreams. Have you ever experienced your child so afraid from a dream that they woke up really crying and asking for help? And for that moment you feel a brief feeling of hurt and what if’s. And this isn’t for everyone but that moment when you felt like when it came to it you couldn’t protect them. Now, why is this sad? When you count your blessings and you have complete understanding that nothing is ever REALLY under your control. That you and everyone around you has been chosen to travel on the same or different path; that will will reveal the end and the beginning. But then is still not sad? No, it’s absolutely sad. These feelings are real. They were given to us in the beginning to live and chose love, and for the rest death. Is that so bad? Are we now to say it’s okay to die and never had loved. Now, I know what you are thinking, all of this for some damn crickets 🦗?! No but realize; when you hear a crickets chirp, it’s only during the times that the world is hibernating. When the world appears to be dead and cold. The crickets remind you that their is still life. Don’t forget about the sun. The sun reminds you that their are always better days.
By Ashley Graham5 years ago in Motivation
The Value in Breaking Points
It seems as though these moments are those we so often run away from. We fear the breaking point. We avoid it at all costs. Here’s the thing: in my experiences , I have found some of my most valuable revelations and moments of self love come from these edges.
By Tawny Skye5 years ago in Motivation
Pink Ribbon Scars
When one speaks about body art, the mind always goes straight to tattoos or piercings, crazy funky designs on the skin, maybe some crazy hair colored ideas. My parents are very old schooled, and although I am a lover of anything art related my skin is what one would say virgin skin. I have absolutely no tattoos and in this day in age that is pretty unheard of. I have always wanted tattoos and my mother has told me I am not allowed to get one if I am still living under her roof, which is very understandable, and surprisingly I have listened. Since my late teen years I have gone through struggles, heartbreaks, rebellion, misunderstandings, and well the typical growing up dramatic emotions one feels and never really knows how to deal with. I dealt with mine in pretty dark ways, and one of the outcomes that came with this was that I was a cutter. A hard truth no one really likes to talk about, but it is a part of me. As a result, I have visible scars up and down my entire left forearm. And they are very visible. Its been years since I’ve stopped, but there isn’t a day that doesn’t go by that I don’t look down at my arm and think about them. In the beginning, of course, I was very self conscious of my scars and I never wanted anyone to see them. But I live in Miami, where its summer all year round, therefore it’s extremely difficult to even try to hide them and people would talk either way if you are constantly wearing long sleeves in 90 degree weather. There came a point in my life where I had to make peace with the damage I had done, and from that day forward I wore my scars proudly. No one has ever asked me about them, but I constantly see people looking down at my arms from time to time. I do get the random curious cats who always think it’s something completely different that happened to me, but when I tell them the truth they don’t really know what to say, and I just respond back saying “don’t feel bad, I’ve crossed that bridge already, I’m fine now”. But no one ever dares to ask why, or how, but I don’t expect them to. In terms of body art, I have always wanted to get a tattoo big enough to hide them. But as I grow older the more and more respect I gain towards my pink ribbon scars. I see them now as a tattoo of their own, and it makes me feel strong and proud that I have overcome that darkness in my life. It was a hard time and I was constantly under a dark cloud, and it gives me joy to understand that I am strong enough to overcome anything I put my mind to. With that being said, not only do I see people’s tattoos and appreciate the art they have decided to put on their bodies, but I also acknowledge and take into account every scar they have on their body. Everyone has stories for their scars, funny stories, sad stories, dark stories or just plain accidental situations that happened out of clumsiness. But it gives people that real grittiness, you can see the human in them, you can see them for who they are. Scars speak louder than any ink you decide to put on your skin, because it’s your skin. Its your healing process, your wounds made you into the person you are today and we all have those stories to tell about our scars. Physically, or metaphorically, but either way they are beautiful. They are real. And when I listen to the stories told by others, it makes me more grounded, it inspires me, and I see the strength we hold, beyond what we choose to show to the world, but instead what we hide in the dark. If you just listen, you may find more comfort knowing someone else may have gone through the same obstacles you have gone through, and without judgement you will be able to see the light in their eyes, because us as humans hold so much hope, so much love, and we happen to wear it all right on our sleeves. Body art isn’t so much just what we choose to show to the world, but instead, what is already naturally on your skin makes you the unique person you were born into this world as.
By Gisele Goett5 years ago in Motivation
Pause
Well, Autumn is officially here. This morning I woke up to overcast skies, rain-streaked windows, and a chill in the house that prompted me to put on a sweater. Similar to many people, Autumn brings memories of schooldays. Sharpened pencils and a backpack full of brand new school supplies. A blank notebook waiting to be filled with lessons and doodles. Brand new shoes for my growing feet and changing out of the swimsuit I had worn all summer. Ah, yes, Autumn was always a delightful time. Now that I’m a grown-up (it’s still weird to think of myself that way), Autumn is very different. With my schooldays behind me, and my (future) children’s schooldays not yet begun, Autumn holds a different charm.
By Arista Atsira5 years ago in Motivation
The Art of the Body
This is true: as a little kid every night when my Mom would kiss me goodnight, she would take my cheek and say, "Goodnight. Don't do drugs. Don't pluck your eyebrows. No tattoos." This started at a time when I barely understood what any of those things were. I'm certain on her deathbed many years from now I will look down on her, take her cheek, and she will still whisper those same words to me again. Those three lessons seem to be the values she holds on high over all other wisdom a parent could pass down to a child. Only three "Thou Shalt Not" Commandments passed down from my mother to ensure-- in her mind-- a safe, productive life.
By Hytes5 years ago in Motivation
N00bie Alert
Wow, I am finally doing this. I’ve alway been intrigued by what bloggers do but could never find a real enough blog for me. So I stayed my ass on Tumblr. The beautiful wonderland of depressing quotes, black and white anime gifs and nature scenery and no worries about being grammatically correct (Don’t judge me) I guess now I can be a real blogger who actually speaks on life. Bro/Sis/They/Them/Your Pronoun it is fucking hard living. Take it from a suicidal bitch... well in the past. I will be 100% honest with you and go over different events in my life through this blog but holy shit... I’m rating Earth a -100/10.
By Sierra’s in the clouds5 years ago in Motivation
