I haven’t journaled in ages. Coz’ I can’t face it. I probably should coz’ maybe it’ll take away the need to mess up and self harm at the moment. Just to step on the slippery slope. the familiar. Someone suggested I use a writing prompt. So, breath. And yeah, I’m so going to regret posting this. Continue reading “Writing prompt: Breath”
My friend sent me this letter that Stacey wrote. It really touched me.
It reminded me of the letter I wished I could have given to the girl, before she killed herself. I wish I could have told you this before you killed yourself What I wish I could tell anyone before they take the final act. Final because there is no other choice or option. Continue reading “Reblog – letter to someone suicidal from a therapist #167”
Glimmers of hope. #167 Continue reading “Glimmers of hope #167”
I wrote this earlier. I feel insecure posting it as I knew when I wrote it that it wasn’t well written. However, if I wait to read it through I’ll just delete it. So, 166 – It’s the journey, not the destination. Continue reading “It’s the journey, not the destination #166”
Hello, this is Tamara. ♥️ Being here is an honor.
While I was driving, today, I was thinking about how being ‘behind the wheel’ is utterly exciting; my foot danced upon the gas pedal, I changed lanes on each curve and bend (like a race car driver!), and I listened to some great tunes! Continue reading “Driving Update, Creative Writing, Reasons #165”
Reason 164….. safety.
I rarely feel safe. Mainly within myself, and if I don’t feel safe within myself, I don’t/can’t feel safe within the world, with people, or anything or anyone at all. Continue reading “One Hundred and Sixty Four: Safety in the moment”