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
✩★✩"Lemme tell you something, drug abuse statistics count shattered souls like dollars. Each digit is a person, a family, a tragedy. People aren't wired to make good choices about tragedies with mathematics, we need to engage with people on a human scale, make eye contact, touch, hug, empathize. The more in trouble the person is the more love they need, the more support they are crying out for. In this world there are many sensitive souls that need help to thrive. We need to see them as fellows of our kind, ones with gifts from the divine as much as ourselves. When it is most challenging to give love we should be taking that as a signal to give more. Wounds are healed by love, compassion, caring, genuine support. Do that and your addict will find it easier to cast away the drugs." Kevin was telling a friend. He had been though there and just wanted to try his best to see if he could help, and why not? If there was anyone to give greater advise, it would be him. His life had been pret
The night sky is how I came to wish to fly. It is the most beautiful art, alive with in raw energy, a song for the eyes. At times I felt as if I could feel it vibrating somehow, whispering in a way the ears cannot hear. I guess it felt friendly when the world of people felt so devoid of love. I wanted to see it right, in three dimensions, see the sculpture of divine hands.Stars filled the sky like pale corn into freshly turned ground. It was the promise of life in the darkness, a sense of warmth springing from the cold. It was a vastness to bring humbleness and an eternal space to bring gratitude for the coziness of home. No matter the years that passed, Nathan saw each night sky as a fresh gift given anew. It was the moment anyone that knew him would see his eyes smile and his breathing deepen just a little.As night fell the blue haze of day lifted to reveal the stars. Shay always felt that this was closer to the truth of who we are. He wondered, if we were nocturnal would we feel m
Isla was the first to speak. "I am part of you, am I not? Why would you still hide things from me?" With arms akimbo and a tough frown on her face, she paced around the room. Nathan had been meaning to speak with his wife regarding a message he received, then paused as he remembered Isla still being present. It was a normal Friday and she had been sent by Trevor to visit in case she would get lucky finding any news from them. She visited quite often like that for the same reason. Nathan shared an awkward glance with Doris, both of them wondering whether they could fully trust her. Surely she had promised to fully take their side in the long war that ran between Nathan and her father's people, the Dragons. But still, he couldn't really test her too easily. He needed some kind of test. "Well, how about we try this." Nathan said and both women in the room stared at him with undivided attention. "Were um," it was at that moment that he braced himself. He wasn't certain he trusted her