I have anxiety and sometimes I feel like I am drowning. It's as though my world is ending, and I am caught in a feeling of utter despair. It sneaks up on me when I am at work, or even when I am relaxing. My soul flutters and I feel like running far away, hiding … Continue reading Anxiety attacks and me
The feeling of being isolated and solitary in the big wide world is unpleasant. No matter how independent we like to be, sometimes these thoughts creep up on us and leave us feeling inadequate. It doesn't have to be that way.
Chapter 9 : Broken Heart "Come in." came a pleasant voice. Jack sighed with relief. If not anything else she at least sounded fine. One less weight on his newly developed conscience. Jack pushed open the white door to see Brielle sitting on her bed, reading a book placed on her lap. She looked up as he … Continue reading Chapter 9 : Broken Heart
Sandcastles and Football “Will you play in the sandbox with me?” she requests, offering me an extra tiny pink pail. Her eyes are chocolate brown, and her smile is infectious. I am about to say yes. But she’s a girl She obviously has cooties. Of course, I don’t like her. “No.” I say instead and … Continue reading Wednesday Short Story – Prompt – Friend
Tell me, do you feel incomplete? The water drips in the bathroom. The faucet continues to leak even though you tried your best to fix it. Dinner is cold again. You didn't make it home by the time you said you would. The phone doesn't ring that often. You wonder why your texts are left … Continue reading Adequate
You can get over crippling regret and live well.
Sometimes when my soul hurts, I think of little miracles- Of bumblebees and butterflies, hummingbirds and roaring lions. My weary heart rests at the promise of tomorrow, The sunshine brightest on the tips of snowy mountains; Whelmed I place my fingertips on small things- The grainy sand beneath my feet, the coarseness of the gravel, … Continue reading A Universe of Possibilities
I am a story in search of a purpose.
I have made mistakes in the past, but the gravest of them all was not learning to forgive myself.
Lord Above, thank you for watching over me, when I am losing my way, My soul hurts sometimes, far worse than my bones, I cannot think, I cannot seem to feel whole again Yet, when I get down on knees to pray, You listen. My thoughts spill over, my soul pieces itself back together, You … Continue reading Lord Above: A Prayer
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