Maybe life is a work in progress,
Slow to see results, miracles not abundant.
Maybe life is a lot of waiting and wishing,
Wading through the muddy water
Before you reach your dreams.
Maybe life is little moments strung together of joy and sadness, of waiting and then receiving.
Maybe, life is simply a jumbled, beautiful mess.
Photo via Pixabay.com
A poem written about Endometriosis, but it encompasses any chronic illness.
My scars aren’t looking the best as of late,
I look at the stars
and wonder why the universe hates.
But then I think about strength–
and how I’m fighting through this length
Photo from Pixabay, by Unsplash
Love the morning greeting you receive when you wake up with birds chirping peacefully, when you peek out your window and see the sky slowly changing colors.
Enjoy the breakfast you eat, and the way it nourishes your soul and body.
Start with positive thoughts and goals you wish to achieve.
Think about your dreams, and the steps you’ll take to reach them.
Appreciate the amazing moments, the moments that make you smile or laugh out loud. Continue reading “LIVE SIMPLY. DREAM BIG. LOVE LOTS.”
(As a note, I tried for ages to think of the right word for the title that I had in mind earlier… I thought it began with F like ‘Fuel’ and ‘Forward’, so I gave up and replaced it with ‘It’! Tired mind, indeed.)
Sympathy goes a long way. Understanding, even further.
I’ve encountered lack of understanding quite often throughout my times of struggle. I get it, most people can’t relate to being unable to live normally, unable to work. I completely get that.
That being said, sometimes (okay, all the time) it really brings me down and leaves me in a bad mood, and negativity isn’t productive, so it’s simply just a bad cycle (and definitely doesn’t help my motivation.)
When you’re feeling discouraged or unsupported, try to let your own passion fuel your drive to move forward in bettering and progressing your craft. Continue reading “LET IT FUEL YOU FORWARD, NOT BRING YOU DOWN”
She thought of her hopes and dreams that she once had,
swirled down the drain of her spiraling life’s path,
floating down below in the sewer, where they belong, she decided.
Trying out new things were too scary, too risky, too new.
She tried reminding herself that change is always uncomfortable.
She longed for better, brighter days. Continue reading “DAYS”
I’ve been writing such mopey posts lately…
How about some comedy? Or at least acknowledging it, since I’m not a very humorous person (maybe I could work on that…)
I know sometimes when I’m truly down in the dumps with my depression (that is putting it very lightly), I like putting on a Netflix comedy special or two and letting the laughter which has been drained out of me, come out again.
I’m sure my body appreciates some lightheartedness after all the serious stuff. It’s nice to just feel my body laughing out of control. It’s nice not to feel numb or still for once. Continue reading “CHEERING UP WITH COMEDY – A REMEDY FOR DEPRESSION?”
Lately I’ve been noticing a trend as I scavenge articles, blogs, written works: reminders to live life to the fullest, fully enjoy the moment, do what you love, appreciate everything. I think I’m partially looking for that sort of encouragement, but it’s also seemingly ‘finding me’, sprouting across almost every avenue I venture into. Coincidence? Continue reading “HOW CAN YOU MAKE IT COUNT WHEN YOU CAN HARDLY MAKE IT?”