Tag Archives: Emotional Health

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Endure. Breathe. (Repeat)

I woke up sobbing.
With a loud cry forced out between twisted lips; and tears pushing themselves past closed lids, I came fully awake.

4.00am. Thursday, March 31st, 2011.

The day I was finally broken.

*****

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Letting Go

Lizard Lick TowingI just walked into the living room to find a friend watching a programme called Lizard Lick Towing: “an American reality television series that is filmed in the style of cinema verité. The show is a spin-off of the truTV series All Worked Up, and follows Ron, Amy and their team of repossession agents as they recreate repossession situations in Lizard Lick, North Carolina.” (Source: Wikipedia)

The bit that I saw was where a group of men had taken possession of a trailer – only to find a full-grown bull sitting inside it! It turns out the company that had owned the trailer had been in the business of transporting bulls to rodeos, but failure to meet payments had led to the trailer being repossessed.
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re.tired

broken statue
 
 
I am
undone.

 
 
 
 
All that I have worked for has come to a forced stop and the impact chips away at my very foundations.
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Recovering With Grace

I was mistaken in thinking that I could resolve this illness by usual means.
This barbaric wound has bruised my flesh and left my existence a mottled mess for far too long.
I have become a point of soreness to both eye and mind and it is now time to eliminate the contamination.
I shall use the act of writing as a work surface.
I shall put pen to paper and gather my thoughts onto this page.
I shall regurgitate my senses and dysfunctions until the white space is swallowed up by the dark ink of my words.

I shall recover myself with grace.
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Spastic … and sh!t

I already know that my title for this post will cause some controversy. But I draw your attention back to the opening paragraphs of my blog, and I quote:

Some of the words I have written here will hurt those who matter: and for that, I am sorry.
But I cannot lie about what I feel when I write for myself.

These words record a part of my self that I wish to remember. And so I continue to write: in the hope that in time, my words will bring me to that point where everything is forgiven.

 
The bold text is added here as I wish to draw your attention to the most pertinent points.

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