What are you doing here?... was the first question Nathan wanted to ask. He needed answers and fast.His wife wasn't home. How on earth was he supposed to convince the man before him that he had lost his memory and doesn't remember him?? How!The path of life was indeed challenging enough, without making mountains out of molehills, and yeah, everyone of them all see the craggy mountain of ice when we are afraid, triggered, maxed out emotionally... So instead of that high drama, he decided to breathe... letting his energy come down to something softer... then breathed a few more times and watch that big 'ol scarface hill become something more friendly. "I've seen your pictures, and so, I know who you are. Owen Castiel, second born of the Castiel family. It is actually a pleasure finding you here in my house." Nathan decided to take a calmer approach to the situation at hand and hoped not to resolve in any form of violence—physical or emotional. "And so for this reason, I would like to
"Then once we have found a way to talk to them both, this is bringing me down to our next agenda." Nathan said, and Doris listened attentively. "Manuel has a sister. You see, right from the beginning, all of his riches and wealth was meant to be for her. Because his father willed everything down to her all because she was loved and cherished by him. And then, Manuel... well we don't actually know the full tale." He paused, wondering what the actual tale might have been. "But the story I heard from Trevor, and as well as other people, they said that he pushed the woman down from a tall building and it knocked her into a coma. That she has been there in a coma for years. And no one knows exactly where she is now," "Oh but we can't be sure if she survived the fall or not." Doris said, "that's a bit sad actually." "It would have been actually, except she had a son!" This brought the expression on Doris face to grow wide and bright. "Yes." Nathan said wholeheartedly. "And this leads me
Fernando had been with Parker Ryan that morning. Now he knew that he couldn't even trust the man, but still, he wanted to have the discussion with him. "Well then, what is your take on this?" He asked, and waited for his reply. Parker Ryan's face contorted into a slight frown. "I'm sorry, what were you talking about again? I lost track of my reality." It had been there a while now, this anger, escaping when he was away from those I love. He was angry at store clerks and car drivers, heck, he was even angry if his sandwich wasn't quite right. But the truth is, his life needed changing for the better, because there was more going into this brain and body than he could handle and still be him.Manuel really lived in anger, almost as cartoon characters do, so lost in that moment and the torment his brain was in. He had see it first in his eyes, then a tension of his muscles, an inability to think clearly soon followed. The rational Manuel was offline and the primitive Manuel who revert
Isla had been alone in her room when her father came down. She was lost in thoughts, wondering what was right and wrong. "Nothing is ever free, is it, daddy?" She asked the moment she saw him. "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 me, hurt me, wage war, when all I only ever wanted was love, understanding, peace."After your tantrums you make me work for your affection all over again, make me beg, taking my self esteem and burning it to ashes. I need your "permission" to be friends with people, you get antagonistic if I laugh too much. Is happiness offensive to you? Am I only allowed a certain quota before you drag me down once more?"In conversa
Your suffering, your memory of it, is like a teddybear fashioned from glass shards - the tighter you cling to it the deeper it will cut. So perhaps practice putting it down for longer periods of time, noticing when you have picked it up and it slices at your skin. You and it are separate. One day you'll notice that the bad teddybear is gone, you lost it sometime and never noticed. You will see that your good and noble choices made a better life, something positive, and now you hold a new teddybear, soft and warm, one that brings an inner glow and keeps you cosy under starlight and sunshine alike.These painful memories, they're just the same as nightmares. They vanish when I'm awake, when I'm really right here in the present moment with you. Once I really open my eyes, let in daylight, they have no choice but to leave and I can let in all the wonderful things around me.Doris tried for words to comfort her, but failed. There was a pause and she took in a deep sigh. Finally, she began
The painful love comes in two varieties, the good and the bad. For there can be pain in separation from your true love. Yet when it is good the separation builds you both stronger as individuals and as a couple, as partners in all you do. For in these moments of pain is the truth of what you are to one another. Such separation can be the golden ticket to realising that you are soulmates, the forever person of one another. The bad kind of painful love is when one partner is emotionally cold. They want the relationship and perhaps cling to it, even fight for it, but in truth they always put themselves first and are incapable if being the hero the loving partner deserves. As such, until separation, the loving and empathic partner is in pain, most often confused as to why this love hurts and feeling that love is difficult. Their pain comes because they aren't loved, they are consumed by the other. At some deep level they realise that if they stop the endless one-sided giving and support t
Fear of abandonment became her core belief because of events outside of her control when she was just a child. There were ways to fix and counter that, ways to teach one how to have healthy anxiety-free relationships. She remembered what a distant friend of hers used to say: have great core values. You believe in good things and you have a hero heart, get well and come join our team, little one, we need good people such as yourself. She smiled at the thought. "That inner critic is a bit loud today, huh? It wants to save you from making mistakes but it's creating anxiety, doubt and misplaced shame. I think you need a dose of self compassion. Be as sweet to yourself as you are to others. Being kind should radiate inwards as-well as into the world beyond." Tori's eyes were heavily fixated on Anne, her firmed friend. "Honey, we all mess up. Once in a while we mess up real bad. Then we learn from that mistake, we make amends if that's required, we move on to become a better person. Liter
"The blizzard removes the illusion of my eyes. With sight I am not alone, I am one of many in the world and the world is full of interesting things to see, to touch to feel, to keep my mind anchored in time and space. But as the white flakes whirl around me in an angry vortex I am as alone as I would be in the bleakness of space and cold, so cold. I reach out with gloved hand to guide my way but it is swallowed before it has gone even a few inches. To save my eyes from the blinding white I must narrow them until they are almost shut, and all the while the wind rages without end, only reducing its ferocity long enough to gather the strength for another attack. All my heart can do is beat warm blood around my veins in a hope that the storm will end, all my mind can do is plan the most logical path to warmth, safety and to something more tangible than light and snow.It's that day of drowning, here again, the cold wash only I can feel. I don't want to get up. I don't want to move at all. A