Day: July 16, 2020

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..just letting the heart do the talking while the fingers do the walking while being different, being me… 🙂

( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” , no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 )

Christmas has passed but the spirit remains with New Year and Destiny appearing on the horizon…

The new year is rapidly approaching
As I contemplate the tomorrow,
Leaving some memories filled with happiness
A few memories filled with sorrow.

I peer out my window
At a winter world..cold and bleak,
A world of conflict, anger and hate
Mortals are suffering as I speak.

But we have a dream
Martin and I,
That one day there will be peace
No more mortals will…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..just letting the heart do the talking while the fingers do the walking while being different, being me… 🙂

( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” , no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 )

Christmas has passed but the spirit remains with New Year and Destiny appearing on the horizon…

The new year is rapidly approaching
As I contemplate the tomorrow,
Leaving some memories filled with happiness
A few memories filled with sorrow.

I peer out my window
At a winter world..cold and bleak,
A world of conflict, anger and hate
Mortals are suffering as I speak.

But we have a dream
Martin and I,
That one day there will be peace
No more mortals will…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..just letting the heart do the talking while the fingers do the walking while being different, being me… 🙂

( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” , no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 )

A gift of flowers for Christmas day..

A Christmas Bouquet for you, my love
Each bloom has been chosen in hopes to convey
To bring in the season of joy this year
With my message of love this day

With a red Carnation,
To show how my heart aches for you,
Posies of Forget-Me-Nots,
To show my love is true

And fragrant Freesias,
Embracing trust we share
With Lilies of the Valley,
Returning happiness and care

Daisies to show,
My love is…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..just letting the heart do the talking while the fingers do the walking while being different, being me… 🙂

( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” , no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 )

Christmas has passed but the spirit remains with New Year and Destiny appearing on the horizon…

The new year is rapidly approaching
As I contemplate the tomorrow,
Leaving some memories filled with happiness
A few memories filled with sorrow.

I peer out my window
At a winter world..cold and bleak,
A world of conflict, anger and hate
Mortals are suffering as I speak.

But we have a dream
Martin and I,
That one day there will be peace
No more mortals will…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..just letting the heart do the talking while the fingers do the walking while being different, being me… 🙂

( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” , no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 )

Not only is it the season of giving, but also the season for memories, not only to share the old but to make new..

As Christmas Day approaches
One contemplates not the day,
But all the years of memories and thoughts
That one, with family and friends, acquired along the way.

Memories filled with sadness, sorrow perhaps
Memories with happiness, joy and without fear,
Memories to bring out the laughter
memories to bring out a tear.

A special day and one to…

I have, in this last year, started a job which I had dreamed of doing and suits my personality perfectly. But, as with everything, there is a catch – my job is what I call ‘mental health heavy’. By this I mean I am dealing with mental ill-health almost daily, and in children.

This can range from conversations about depression to dealing with children who are attempting to take their lives. Having been one of these children, I have a deep passion in me to help these kids, but it’s detrimental to my own mental health and quite often sling-shots me into obsessing over what I have and still struggle with.

3 months into the job and after quite a significant event in which a child attempted suicide, I completely broke, more so than I ever had before. I could not stop thinking about my experiences when I was that…

Recovering from mental illness is no straight line. It’s a rollercoaster of good days and bad. This instability can be too much for most to bear, your mind will seek the negative side of everything, as though you’ve never felt well.

Trying to remind yourself that you have had good days, even if they were months ago, seems like an impossible task when that dark fog descends and you can’t see anything else.

I’ve had periods of really poor mental health, and periods of okay if not good mental health, but when I struggle, those good days fade away and my mind tells me they never happened, and never will. This is a dangerous place to be in your head, you lose the ability to believe that you’ll ever see the light again.

If I had to pick one skill that helped me to cope with my mental health, it…