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…she feels like she wants to cuddle me.
I want to scream. And again this is a post I feel like shouldn’t go here. I know I haven’t been on wordpress in a while. And I haven’t caught up on anyone’s posts. Yet I want people to read and respond. And feel bad that I want that when I can’t give that at the moment. Continue reading “I don’t know how to make sense of a therapist telling me…”
Hello, this is Tamara! And, this is Reasons, #161:
My son has the most adorable English Bulldog! His name is Thor. As I write this post, Thor has his cuddly head upon my lap, and he is lightly snoring. When he hears something outside, he raises his head, and sounds like a “train wreck” with his grunting and groaning. Ha haha! He makes me smile, laugh, and feel immensely grateful for life!
He has loose skin that hangs down from his face and neck, and a dense, muscular body that and is condensed into a perfect size. He is huggable, lovable, bratty, and magnificent!
I love Thor!
Last time I wrote this it was completely for myself to clarify what I was thinking – put it into some semblance of separation. My language on here recently really needs an upgrade! Whoops, I actually wrote elsewhere that I was going to close my laptop. I’ve closed that browser instead (there’s a tab I need to exit that I’m not ready to shut, so closing the window means it’ll come up when I open it – same as if I open the laptop, but it’s not open at the moment). I love how distractable I am! Continue reading “Questions for this therapist 2”
Today’s been tough. Lots of thoughts swirling around. Sadness for this girl who never knows what life for bring. I wrote her a letter earlier I wish I could have told you this before you killed yourself. Jealousy that she isn’t here anymore. Continue reading “One Hundred and Sixty: A reason (linked)”
A 16 year old girl in my community committed suicide the other day. I wish I could have spoken to her. I’m not sure if I’d know what to tell her. I’m not sure that there’s anything to say.
Dear ____ . Scrap the dear.
If you’re reading this I’m guessing you’re suicidal. Have thought, are thinking of, suicide as a viable option. I know that place. Where the only option is to end your life in order to end the pain. It isn’t about ending your life I know. It’s about stopping the world. Getting off from a world you didn’t ask to be part of. Maybe that’s just how I see it. The train moving way too fast on the tracks, the tracks ending at a cliff, the train is going to hurtle down the cliff and you’re going to be shattered to pieces at the bottom. Or you can just get off the train of life. Continue reading “I wish I could have told you this before you killed yourself”
Broken phones. One Hundred and Fifty Eight. I broke my phone the other day. I know, it seems like a strange enough reason – breaking a phone. But yet there it is. Or here it is. Whichever you may. I dropped my phone on the road and I’m pretty certain it was driven over by cars. A really nice guy on a bike rang my phone for me and delayed himself by a few minutes whilst waiting for me to find my phone. Continue reading “One Hundred and Fifty Eight: Broken phones”
I have some questions for this therapist I met last week (and 2 weeks ago). Continue reading “Questions for therapist I met”
This is a reblog. Thank you Kate!!! I thought her poem tells us to pause, to be, which, although it wasn’t what she wrote, also means to recognise and live with the awesomeness of the world (like the chirping birds I hear right now, or when I’m up in the night). Continue reading “One Hundred and Fifty Seven: Blurring or pausing and being. (REBLOG)”
Hey y’all. It’s the first January WATWB post!!! For those who haven’t been following, WATWB is about spreading kindness around the world. Looking for the good and sharing it. The world is full of negative news. You don’t have to look for it – it’s right there, in your face. WATWB – we are the world blogfest – is about posting something good from the news, once a month. You can join WATWB here. Continue reading “You matter: WATWB”
I met this therapist on Tuesday. It was ____ too many words to actually be able to choose just one.
She said that in therapy you have to look back at all that happened to you and revisit it all.
I completely disagree. I think that there are so many people who think that in order to go forwards you have to go back. That you have to revisit everything that happened. And I think they’re wrong.
If you ask me, life is about moving forwards. Not back. Living with the reality. Living in the present. Continue reading “Therapy – looking back or going forward – what do you think?”
I’m writing this letter coz’ Simon did this and I thought – still think – it’s cool.
The idea is to write a letter to yourself to look at in a years time. Continue reading “Letter to myself in a years time – 2020”
Reasons to live. A matter of mattering. You matter to someone, someday, somewhere.
Thank you mistermuse for sharing your reason here. Continue reading “One Hundred and Fifty Six: A matter of mattering”
One Hundred and Fifty Five. I’ve about 2 minutes to write this and have to turn the laptop off. And have 25 hours with no laptop, no phone, and no writing. I was journaling today and yesterday! I’m so grateful that I was. For I haven’t been able to access my world in a while as it just wasn’t safe enough to do so. Continue reading “One Hundred and Fifty Five: The ability to be mindful”
I’m not sure whether it’s a good idea or bad idea to post this. I wrote it as I wanted advice about how you know whether a therapist is good or not. I still do want thoughts and advice. Ended up ranting instead. Or not letting myself really rant as this isn’t the space for it. Argh. Confuzzling myself. Just posting it and hope I don’t regret it. Continue reading “Meeting a therapist – how’d you know?”