A very insightful post from Velma!
Each time someone stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope.
Robert F. Kennedy
well guys. my laptop is officially dead. thanks to all of you for your suggestions on how i could try to fixit. i tried everything. nothing worked. i think i’ll have to take it in somewhere to try and have it repaired. more money that i dont have sigh. luckily i have a win xp netbook and that will have to tide me over for a few days until i can see if i can get the laptop sorted. i hope it can be sorted as a lot of important files are on it. please pray it can be fixed. otherwise i dont know what i’ll do.
You can’t undo the past… but you can certainly not repeat it.
THIS IS A SUCKFEST OF A NIGHT.
I SHOULD BE ASLEEP, ITS ALMOST 2 AM
INSTEAD I AM UP RUMINATING
I AM OVERTHINKING AND PANICKING AND ANXIOUS AND FEARFUL
I MADE MYSELF SOME COFFEE, PROB NOT THE BEST IDEA BUT OH WELL IT IS WHAT IT IS
I NEED COFFEE I NEED TO CALM DOWN AND COFFEE HELPS ME CALM DOWN
PANIC IS RINNING RAMPANT THROUGH THE SYSTEM
I WROTE EILEEN AN EMAIL TO TELL HER WHAT IS GOING ON
I THINK ITS TO DO WITH MEMORIES AND BEING SCARED TO SLEEP FOR FEAR OF NIGHTMARES
WE TOOK OUR MEDS EARLY AND ALL HOPING FOR A GOOD NIGHT OF DECENT SLEEP
GOD HAVING DID IS A SUCKFEST SOMETIMES
I’d like to introduce you all to my good friend and fellow blogger, DV. Her bio and one of her poems is below.
Please pop on over to her blog and connect say hi support her, she is an amazing person!
Im an Australian doctor, artist, writer and mother coming to terms with longstanding mental health problems resulting from complex trauma. I started my blog Dangerous Voyage last year because I was inspired by reading about other peoples journeys through therapy, and I wanted to speak out too and to connect with people who understood what I was going through in a way that friends and family and therapists did not. The caring and support that I have received from being part of the blogging community has been amazing.
My poem: Hope
Hope is a flower
on a distant tree
thick fleshy petals
soft and white
touch leaves bruises
dirty and brown
starts the rot
I copy the flower in stone
thinking it will be strong
but that fails too
a brittle shell
which crumbles to dust at a touch
hope is a flower
on someone elses tree.
If I can’t hug physically, to help heal a broken or troubled heart, then I will hug with my words socially, mentally and spiritually until I reach the inner wounds of brokenness; soothing innerly with words that heal and mend with assurances of hope to rise again through faith and self-belief. Give a healthy hug to help ease the pains away, with hope!