Happy Survival: The Truth About Life After Trauma.
It does get better, a little at a time... Our survival not only gives hope to others, but sharing our experiences allows us to help in their healing.
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Kyrian Lyndon
When You Heal Your Heart, You Love Better.
Our hearts are bursting with love, and often joy, and we still care. We continue to root for you, no matter what, and we’re always ready to heal.
Reclamation of Faith, Heart and Spirit.
My indoctrination had sorted me into a belief system that worshiped a patriarchal god whose texts subjugated women, enabling a patriarchal society where that subjugation could continue to varying degrees across the globe. And the funny thing is, for the longest time, I still wanted to believe ...
Before You Forget Again: You Are an Amazing Triumph! {poetry}
You are not defective, my dear one,
Not a burden,
Nor do you struggle alone.
Fearless Surrender: In the Spirit of Preternatural Love. {poetry}
I am in awe of every vision.
I bask in the passion of every caress.
Every bit of air I breathe is a godsend.
That Devoted Girl Shattered by Your Truth Is Free.
Sure, it’s easy to love someone when you think they are perfect, when you hold them up on a pedestal and pretend they are everything you need and always wanted. You fell off that pedestal when I was 12, Dad, but I loved you so much, flaws and all, and I still do.
When It Hurts: Surviving People, Life And Madness.
These people won’t tell you the truth no way, no how because they don’t trust you (and that’s because they know you can’t trust them) or because they have too much invested in the opposing perspective. They don’t want to understand you or make allowances or hear explanations.
Is It Love Or Addiction?
We continue to want the same thing from this individual, not realizing that after a while, we don’t enjoy it, and maybe we never did, yet we still need it. The moments of comfort and bliss are fleeting. A feeling of emptiness prevails.
An Empathetic Being In An Apathetic World.
As for the whole empath/empathy deal, I can’t speak for all, but I can relay my experience and that of two other people I know... Every incident, regardless of who suffers, has an unshakable impact that stays with us for a lifetime.
She Stood Alone On The Edge Of Darkness. {poetry}
The sun was setting, salmon clouds under a sky of Dodger blue, flocks of geese on a sprawling lawn.
A waxing gibbous moon beckoned like she needed a guide, a divine light.