Even after Alara tried to hide the worry in her eyes, she knew her mother could tell she was worried about something. Her mom could see her emotional current like it was lightning. She often guessed that was how she was always the eye of her storms, a little clarity and perspective could always do that.“Mom, stop staring like that. I really am okay.” She said to her mother.“Well I can tell okay, no matter how you try to hide it, I can always tell, ever since you were little. And you were so bad at hiding your emotions.” her mother said to her and Alara found out that she was laughing now.“Even Dustin makes that joke every once in a while too mom.” Alara said, grinning foolishly now.“When my Dad skipped out of our lives you became our mom. Not because you haven't always been our mom even when dad was around, but because you spent every waking hour earning enough money to pay the mortgage and buy groceries. Sometimes I think back to how I used to whine for the cool stuff other kids

Dustin walked in, and was already expecting the face that was there with him. “Hey what are you doing here now?” Dustin frowned at the face that was in front of him. Mark was looking so proud of himself now. “Have you not learnt your lesson yet? You mentioned and even confidently that you could get me out of here, so why are you here now? Have you suddenly changed your mind?” He frowned at mark, trying to understand the expression in his eyes.“I came here to remind you who the real boss is.” Mark said at last after studying him for a while. “Let me tell you something that you don't seem to know.” He said to Dustin and was glad that he listened. “You don't seem to know this, but I did a little research on you, and I have found out that you worn here. But I don't know exactly what you do here though, I don't need to know.” He said confidently and Dustin nearly shook his head for him.His lack of inquiry was what would be his doom. If only he had been very smart enough to study the his

If I am a house, it is built of love, and the floor is my faith in who I am. Your cynicism ate away at the walls and hit the floor until one day it cracked. The perfect house everyone knew and loved fell completely. Recovery was the biggest challenge I have ever achieved, and only possible because I love my family, community and nature. I rebuilt my house, a brick at a time; I put in new floors and polished them to a homely brown. There are times I still find that there is a brick missing here and there, or perhaps the floor needs bringing back to a shine, but I made it.Nothing is ever free, is it, my love? Everything you ever give me is a debt, "remember who gave that to you, remember I did that for you." Every conversation is a subtle competition you are never prepared to loose, for even the smallest of infractions can bring on your anger. You take all the love I give you like it is your right to have it, and in return show only the most superficial of understanding. You dominate m

Trauma can happen so fast yet it can linger on and on until there is a chance for real healing and a real resolution. It impacts the health of both body and brain, raising the chances of ill health in both - all linked by cortisol, the stress hormone. What makes things better, the best and proven route, is talk therapy. It is feeling truly heard and letting the toxins out. Then you can move onward with confidence into your future and gain the life you have been dreaming of, the one you have been working toward.She trembled as soon as she picked his call. She didn't even know what to expect. The impacts of a kind moment vs one of emotional indifference are opposites, for one helps to build a well functioning brain and body, the other harms both. Adverse experiences, especially in childhood, add up. “The good news is that we can heal ourselves with counselling, with exercise, with good food and positive attitudes. In this healing of the self we begin to heal others, we begin to becom

"Sir, I have done as you've asked. What is your plan now?" Mindy asked as she saw Dustin talking to himself. She sat with him. He didn't even do as if someone was there, just minding his own business and calculating now and what he would do to his rival. Sometimes she always wondered what it was that was truly going on in that mind of his, but she knew he was very smart and full of advices and plans. And she was always so glad that she was now on their team.Business had to ask themselves if they were exploiting the population or uplifting them, especially in relation to the young and if not, it failed. For what is psychological maturity other than learning how to make wise choices to protect others? The glorification of greed was as a golden tricycle being pedalled in circles at the end of a cul-de-sac... yet believing itself a fancy car shooting into the far horizon. Greed is always the product of a brain with underdevelopment of its more highly evolved features. But there he was