Let Go

Today I have really been thinking about what it means to Let Go. How letting go of something can actually prepare you for so much more…. Some of you need to stop what you’re doing right now and just Let go. Whatever it is you’ve been hanging on to with all your might or even … More Let Go

Winks and Whispers

Oh, how I’ve missed this. The pouring forth of the letters. The release of pent up feelings. The distribution of thoughts. The formulation of words that somehow become something from nothing. Words composed to become a coherent collection of ideas that may bring about understanding and enlightenment, especially when used the way they were intended. … More Winks and Whispers

JUMP

That tug. You know. Like a little lasso wrapped around your heart. A pulling. Persistently drawing you closer to the edge. Beckoning, Enticing you to step on up, captivating you with an intense, burning desire to peer over the edge of your personal precipice. A not so formal invitation to take a deep breath and … More JUMP

YOU COULD HAVE

She’s not going to pretend as she sits there typing, deleting, and retyping her text to you, angrily pecking away at the keyboard, that the bitterness inside her doesn’t want to just well up and explode all over you. That she doesn’t want to cover you with all the pain and anger that you tossed … More YOU COULD HAVE

Secrets

“We’re only as sick as the secrets we keep.” This saying may be known well by those in A.A, but many don’t know that it is quite likely a rephrasing of a quote, “You are your secrets” which was written by O. Hobart Mowrer. He was an early 20th century professor of psychology, and he … More Secrets

Freed

Walking along a familiar path, mind racing, thoughts churning, I was in a big hurry to go nowhere really fast. I wanted an answer, needed an answer, was praying for an answer. The decision to make a decision loomed over me, hovering, almost suffocating, and no matter which way I turned along this path, the … More Freed

Broken

Those words. Saturated with venom. Flooded with malice. Soaked with hate. Telling you that you are not good enough. Dripping. Words splashing, falling, dropping, dripping. Making a mess of everything. Drip. Drip. Drip. The constant, never ending sound of leaking poison, echoing in the mind. Sometimes so loudly you feel you are going to go … More Broken