I just want

What Lizzi wants – don’t we all have someone – past, present, or imagined future we want such with.

The Well Tempered Bards

All your Nows

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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David and animals


Please welcome David Ellis to #BeReal.


Embracing Your Animal Instincts, Choose Love, Not Fear

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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Never Leave My Side – Abbie Zebrowski

Abbie gives a beautiful evocation of a painful companion.

Nicole Lyons


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


The darkness that

overwhelms my light

The fear that wakes

a child at night






© Abigail Zebrowski 2015

Abbie-Sidereal-CatalystAbbie 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.

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The Reasons A Sexual Abuse Survivor Asks: Am I Permanently Damaged?

There are triggers (not horrible and graphic) here, but Rachel’s message is worth risking them.

The Egghead Agenda

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!


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.


On #BeingReal

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.

Bipolar Dinosaur

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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