What Lizzi wants – don’t we all have someone – past, present, or imagined future we want such with.
I just want to hold your hand as roiling thunder storms
To let you know it was your touch – t’was then I was reborn
I just want to dance, rain drenched, entranced, electrified
To hold and taste and feel, and see the lightning in your eyes
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Just feel this from Hasty
For now…
I close my eyes
And imagine
I don’t feel the sting
Of your absence
The thousand miles
Of dotted lines
On asphalt roads
The distance searching
And measuring the space
From here to there
From me to you
For now…
I close my eyes
And imagine
It’s you I feel
Wandering the curves
And hugging the lines
Whispers dropping
From your lips to mine
Exploring the very core
Of who we could be
If we could be we
Sarah Fader writes strong and true.
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David and animals
Please welcome David Ellis to #BeReal.
OK, so here it is – the real me. Uncut, cut loose and out on the streets.
(Don’t you dare call the police – I’ll be good, I promise!)
For all of my sins, I’m a writer.
I’m a crazy cat lady.
And I’m also a crazy dog lady.
Let me be frank – I adore pets. And for me, that’s about as real as it gets. Just ask anybody who knows me on Facebook!
Making people laugh is one of my pet passions (along with puns – is it that obvious?)
Humor is terrific motivational medicine for the soul (and unlike actual medicine does not require a spoon full of sugar to make it go down).
I believe in being an inspirational beacon to others and to help them overcome problems and issues that they…
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Abbie gives a beautiful evocation of a painful companion.
It’s a war
that can’t be won
only fought
It’s a pain
that burns fresh
and it burns deep
It’s a disease
that hides behind
pretty smiles and
sparkling eyes
It’s a silent scream
with bloody talons
tearing through the soft flesh
of my still beating heart
It lurks just beneath
the surface of my
serenity
The darkness that
overwhelms my light
The fear that wakes
a child at night
It
Never
Leaves
My
Side
© Abigail Zebrowski 2015
Abbie is a published writer and poet who creates with passion and conviction. She doesn’t shy away from the truth and often writes about her personal journey with depression and anxiety. Abbie is a fierce mental health advocate determined to promote awareness and fight stigmas, which inspired her to start Depression: Catalyst for Change. Connect with Abbie on Sidereal Catalyst, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and Pinterest.
Veronike shares a message that inspires her.
There are triggers (not horrible and graphic) here, but Rachel’s message is worth risking them.
I am so excited to have the one-and-only Rachel Thompson on my blog this week to discuss one of the most challenging questions survivors of trauma face. You can read my post on the same topic over at Rachel’s blog here. Find out more about her at the end of the post, but without further ado, welcome Rachel!
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The Reasons A Sexual Abuse Survivor Asks: Am I Permanently Damaged?
By Rachel Thompson
This is just one of the many questions a survivor of childhood sexual abuse asks ourselves every day of our lives. People who have not been traumatized in this way will likely scoff at this question, thinking, “Of course you’re not! Why would you think such a silly thing!” and when you’ve thankfully never experienced abuse, this kind of question does seem silly.
To those of us who have survived early childhood sexual trauma (or any kind…
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Having a pet dinosaur can be a challenge.
My #BeReal guest today is Dori Owen.
I am a storyteller. This is the way I transform my thoughts into #BeingReal.
I came off the assembly line a little bit broken, a little bit funny, and with a love of all things creative. Art and writing are how I express my real. This is one of my favorite stories about me. And it’s about as #BeingReal as it gets.
It’s a little story called Bipolar Dinosaur that I hope will entertain you and show you my reality.
Having a bipolar disorder is like keeping a pet dinosaur.
You live your life everyday doing everyday things, while out of the corner of your eye, you keep an eye on your dinosaur. Let me give you an example. In the car, you buckle up your dinosaur into the back seat. Driving along, it’s as if he isn’t even…
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Lizzi is very thankful, and with good reasons
Here I am. Now. RightNow, listening to the irritation of a man trying to fix his dishwasher, humming in between yelling at his camera as he tries to isolate the problem (to tell the people who are paid to do the fixing, so they might be able to offer a quick-and-less-expensive fix); to the small sounds and smells of the girl sat at the table across the room, nibbling mozzarella sticks,which she’s SO excited about being able to eat, having had her 10 reluctant baby teeth pulled just the other day; to an airplane droning outside, overhead…and now not quite so overhead…filled with people experiencing the anticipation or sadness or anxiety or whatever of their tin-can-through-the-sky-Now.
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