healing
How to heal fully and properly.
Walking into Deep Time
A silver doorknob. Aluminium? I suppose. A little loose, somehow, so it catches when I turn it—but wait, before I turn the knob I’ve got to reach up to the top lock—my mother calls it “the double lock”—and turn its much smaller knob to the right to open it. Now I can turn the doorknob. Now I am pulling open the metal door of my parents’ apartment, now I am stepping across the threshold to see, just to my left, a poster from the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Beneath my feet, sturdy brown carpet scrolls all the way down the long hallway to the elevators, fifteen or twenty steps away. A mirror opposite the four lifts, the metal call buttons I still think of as “new”, even though they were installed when I was a teenager. I’m fifty years old now, and my parents have been dead for a dozen years, but their apartment, this hallway, remains—I believe—perfectly contained in my mind and heart, and so in my imagination, I decide to talk a walk, beginning here, in the place I tell myself I still know best.
By Erica Wagner7 years ago in Motivation
The Most Important Decision I Ever Made
CW: trauma, assault The most important decision I ever made came at a time of great trauma. After the first HugTrain, I moved to London. It was, I thought, a dream come true. During my first month there, I got mugged by four teens at a deserted commuter train station. It was dark. I was late meeting a friend and my phone had died. They pushed me up against a wall and rifled through my pockets. One of them even whispered in my ear, “Make it easy on yourself. Don’t fight back.” When it was all over and I was in a daze, I hit the police button on the platform and they came and drove me home after taking my statement. The muggers had taken everything. My money, my cards, my passport, my laptop. Everything. I had a choice to make in that moment. A few choices. I could choose to hate that ethnic group. I could choose to hate London. I could choose to feel betrayed by the universe after having devoted myself and a lot of my own money turning a vacation into a mission of service (I only started crowdfunding HugTrain after my last brain injury in 2012).
By Arié Moyal7 years ago in Motivation
When I Became a Man
When I decided to write this book, I did it for therapeutic reasons. My therapist (at that time) suggested that I write a journal about my day to day activity. At first, I resisted. I didn’t see how important it was to do it. But putting everything in print means that I don’t have any reason to hold on to it anymore; in therapy I learned to let go my anger and pain but it’s liberating when you write it down.
By John H. Burkhalter III7 years ago in Motivation
Giving Back to Me
Starting to live my best life Happy 40th year to me; it’s been a long and twisting road, but I've made it: the view of life in my 40s is different than the view I had in my 30s and 20s, my body has changed, and so has my outlook on who I thought I should be.
By angela mckendrick7 years ago in Motivation
Self Love Is All Love
December 2018, I had a profound realization that I do love myself. Maybe it was the psychedelic mushrooms coursing through my blood stream, or maybe that feeling I waited my whole life for was true in that moment. I thought to myself, as the tears slid down my cheeks and the vibrations of feeling fully radiated off of my skull, is this what it feels like to love myself?
By Blair Welcome7 years ago in Motivation
Cameron Scott
Sometimes we are called to step past our biggest FEARS! I have always been a very private person, I have never sought out fanfare, or wished to be seen in an audience. I am a pretty shy and quiet person for the most part. Sure I have made some noise in my life, especially when I was in the throws of my drug and alcohol addictions over a decade ago. I did and said some things that I really wish I could unsay and undo. But, I decided in April of 2009 to choose life and sobriety over death and alcohol and have been sober ever since. My early years in sobriety were just spent trying to figure out what life looked like with out drugs and alcohol. I spent a lot of time by myself just searching for "who I really was" at that point in my life.
By Cameron Scott7 years ago in Motivation
It Will Never Be Untrue!!
It was one of those hot days of summer. Clair was sitting on an old wooden bench beneath a large tree with dense branches. The sun was shining brightly directly over her head, and she could feel the sunlight filtering through the green leaves on her face. The park was full of people, children playing, adults chattering about things. She just sat there quietly, thinking about her misfortunes. But was this really a bit of mere bad luck or it was the consequences of her own action.
By Kanisha Patel7 years ago in Motivation
Identity
Once upon a time, in an unknown town in a neighborhood without sidewalks following a long driveway end to a small house with only three bedrooms lives a girl. A girl who has medium brown hair, green eyes, ivory skin with freckles and with the height truly 4'11" but she will always say 5'. There she lives with her two parents and three older siblings. Her brothers and sisters are special ones. How, you may ask? Simple, they are triplets. To most people, this is a shock. People ask her what’s it like? Is it weird? Is it stressful? But these aren’t questions for her. These would be questions to her parents, for this abnormality is normal to her. When you are born into things, it tends to be a lot easier to live with said things. Yet, when she is told tell something unique about herself, that’s all she can come up with. Her uniqueness isn’t her own. She is a completely ordinary person. Or is she? That’s for you to find out.
By Pi3ces OfWork7 years ago in Motivation
Let’s Begin
My journey is one that comes with many challenges and with each one it was a test of my character and of my strength. Everyone has a story and everyone can help someone in a different way. What makes your story better than mine? Nothing, because we all have a story and a journey that has to be told. For me, it’s dealing with mental illnesses, alcohol abuse, sexual abuse, and many more. So, I say where to begin? Where do I start in telling my story and letting you follow my journey? I believe that in life we should always strive to be our best selves. I believe that in doing so, we can help people in different ways. For me, my story is one that I feel may be able to help someone. For all the pain that I’ve felt, I want to let it out. I want my journey to show who I am as a person and how far I’ve come. Yes, I still have a long way to go before my journey ends, but until then I’m not giving up on being the best me I can be.
By Monique B7 years ago in Motivation
It's Time to Kick Insecurity's Ass
There have been countless times during my life when I dressed up in an outfit I loved, but changed it into something else because it wasn't really "me" or it was too "out of my comfort zone." But a few weeks ago, I started to think, "Why am I letting insecurity keeping me from doing what I want? Why do I care so much?"
By Kiomi7 years ago in Motivation
