Ukraine, Tyranny and a Past the West Cannot Avoid.
Whatever will happen in Europe will affect us all in the West, not merely lighting up our amygdala with disturbing images.
Browsing Tag:
storm
Trauma Fatigue and Our Response During These Times.
When the flight or flight response is in full swing, it can feel as though we are being carried away by an internal storm.
Mourning. {poetry}
Last night I stepped outside of time Minutes became centuries Ten thousand years became right now And mourning the epiphany As clenching pain released...
To the Lighthouse: Ride the Storm of Life to the Shores of Deeper Truth.
Feel the static electricity in the air around you. Hear the deafening cacophony of the storm wail against you, shouting angrily at your rebellion. And ride.
From My Dream Diaries: A Tribute to Lost Soul-Pieces.
Many lost soul-pieces await restlessly to be acknowledged...just as the ruins of wrecked ships from long ago are waiting for the next storm to uncover them.
The Relief in Admitting Our Truth to Ourselves.
The sharpest tool to combat fear is truth. Even amid impenetrable darkness, the spark of confession can ignite the torch we clutch with blistered hands.
Hold Your Own Flame and Ignite the Passions of Others.
While you learn to excavate within and subjugate without, you are writing your own spells to manifest a magic that changes the world.
Chasing Storms: Do I Really Want to Be Changed?
Am I looking for someone or something that can make some kind of dent on that core, some kind of lasting impact on this storm-chasing nature of mine?
Biofeedback: Flying Through the Storm of Mental Illness.
Then, I discovered my deliverer. He practiced Biofeedback. I’d never heard of it. But, at this point, it was 'Bio' or 'Goodbye Wendy'. Our broken medical system had made everything worse and helped create a budding hypochondriac.
Transformation and Rebirth: After the Storm. {poetry}
You don’t have to go through a brain injury to experience death and rebirth. Break-ups, divorces, even getting fired from a job, are like little deaths that pull the rug out from beneath us.