My beautiful god-sister doing her thing & inspiring women everywhere...

 

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Happiness among friends that have been through hell and back with each other is a rare beauty

 ❤️ Friends ❤️ Roommates ❤️ Family ❤️

Burning memories.

Glinting silver in a well- worn past.

Casting broken pictures.

This will be the last time I look upon them,

and see the blood stains.

These days have been shaped,

by someone else's mind.

The hours I've spent, wasted,

were not at all mine.

But someone else's imagination.

Figments of a perfect nation,

breeding perfect people.

Callous thoughts of vanity.

Worthless wishing, full of greed.

Coveting things they thought they need.

Nobody ever coveted me.

They thought of conformity.

Blending with a broken society.

So this is the end.

Of slipping through the cracks of 'perfect'.

I'm not like you so I'm not there.

Tell me, do you think it's worth it?

Do you think it's fair?

I'm not like you so I don't matter.

Just obstacles of what your after.

Give it time, then you may see.

That your fucked-up society,

could kill a person.

Like it almost killed me.

 

"She's been through hell & came out an angel. You didn't break her, darling. You don't own that kind of power."

 

At the conclusion of each tale there a thousand things we could have done differently. In the end, all that’s left is what we did... and what I wrote.

"I am pieces of quotes from my favorite books stitched together by song lyrics, and I am glued together by midnight conversations, and sweet coffee."

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Bless This Mess: Redefine Power and Brilliance in Life’s Complications

 

https://www.taketheleadwomen.com/blog/bless-this-mess-redefine-power-and-brilliance-in-lifes-complications/

Liu Ch’e

Ezra Pound, 1885 - 1972

The rustling of the silk is discontinued,
Dust drifts over the courtyard,
There is no sound of footfall, and the leaves
Scurry into heaps and lie still,
And she the rejoicer of the heart is beneath them:
A wet leaf that clings to the threshold.

Anxiety

D. H. Lawrence, 1885 - 1930

 

The hoar-frost crumbles in the sun,
   The crisping steam of a train
Melts in the air, while two black birds
   Sweep past the window again.
Along the vacant road, a red
   Bicycle approaches; I wait
In a thaw of anxiety, for the boy
   To leap down at our gate.
He has passed us by; but is it
   Relief that starts in my breast?
Or a deeper bruise of knowing that still
   She has no rest.

 

“We can’t make changes until we can conceive of those changes, until we can change the way we think. And poetry—and all literature—definitely helps us do that. ”

    Ellen Bass, Academy of American Poets Chancellor

Things I Will Tell My Children About Destiny

Cynthia Manick

                        You remind them
             of weighted tumbleweeds,
hen-egg brown. Don’t let
                        them take the rag-
             time beneath your skin.
        It stirs earth’s curvature
and a choir
of frogs
when you enter
             or leave a room. Don’t
             leave a swallow of juice
                  or milk in the fridge.
A body grieved
is a whole new body.
             Give your shadow a name
                        big as a star, see
             yourself out loud.
Pick wild irises                         the best gifts
             roll under a ribcage, leave
             open mouths splendid.
I like your smile unpenned.
Keep your bird-
             song close, imagine
                     an hourglass full
                         of architects and dreamers,
the first taste of fresh
             scooped ice cream.
                         You will learn to master
                         camouflage among ordinary things—
             men who spill words
not thoughts, trigger fingers
                         ready
                         to brand loose.
I love your smile unpinned.

Lady Montrevor

Christina Rossetti, 1830 - 1894

I do not look for love that is a dream—
    I only seek for courage to be still;
    To bear my grief with an unbending will,
And when I am a-weary not to seem.
Let the round world roll on; let the sun beam;
    Let the wind blow, and let the rivers fill
    The everlasting sea, and on the hill
The palms almost touch heaven, as children deem.
And, though young spring and summer pass away,
    And autumn and cold winter come again,
    And though my soul, being tired of its pain,
Pass from the ancient earth, and though my clay
    Return to dust, my tongue shall not complain;—
No man shall mock me after this my day.

Vivien’s Song

Alfred Lord Tennyson, 1809 - 1892 

    ‘In Love, if Love be Love, if Love be ours,
Faith and unfaith can ne’er be equal powers:
Unfaith in aught is want of faith in all.
    ‘It is the little rift within the lute,
That by and by will make the music mute,
And ever widening slowly silence all.
    ‘The little rift within the lover’s lute
Or little pitted speck in garnered fruit,
That rotting inward slowly moulders all.
    ‘It is not worth the keeping: let it go:
But shall it? answer, darling, answer, no.
And trust me not at all or all in all’.

 

I end my day in peace and harmony. I release what does not serve my highest good.

 

“Let your love send off so much positive energy that it shifts the vibration in the room.”

 ~Unknown

Why Women With Anxiety Are Stronger Than You Think (http://www.rebelcircus.com/blog/why-women-with-anxiety-are-stronger-than-you-think/)

May 4, 2017

Women are twice as likely to suffer from anxiety disorders as men, The Anxiety and Depression Association of America reports. The women who brave the crippling effects of anxiety in their day-to-day life deserve some recognition for their strength. Anxiety is not easy, and life can be even worse.  Here, we highlight why women with anxiety are stronger than you think.

      

Every day is a battle. Every day can bring something new, and it’s not always exciting. A woman with anxiety finds herself facing a fear on a daily basis. She grapples with her thoughts, finds ways to calm herself down and tries to stop the onslaught of panic attacks while most people are idly drinking coffee and going about their days.

Their sensitivity gives them emotional depth. Anxiety allows you to be in touch with your emotions. Women with anxiety feel everything intensely. Their emotional nature makes them dependable friends and supportive partners, who will support you even when they really need the support themselves.

They think things through. An anxious mind is always running. A woman with anxiety is constantly consumed with the future and plans everything accordingly. Her life, although to her feels in shambles, is carefully thought out. Her dedication to fighting for an easier tomorrow is impressive.

They are smart as hell. Google is the best friend and worst enemy of the woman with anxiety. She consistently looks up events before she attends, researches jobs dutifully before interviews and always studies to avoid the worst-case scenarios that are constantly popping up in her head. This desire for knowledge, though based in fear, produces a strong and informed mind.

They have to deal with skeptical people. They constantly hear things like “Don’t worry about it” and “It’s all in your head.” All they really want is someone to listen, not to be judged or have their real feelings dismissed. However, people still relay these messages of skepticism to anxious women, and they put up with it, on top of everything else.

They understand that you don’t understand. No one wants anxiety; no one wants to be the one constantly worrying about the small things. So, if you aren’t constantly on the verge of your next panic attack, it easy to ignore it’s existence. But just know sometimes anxiety makes even leaving your house a difficult and emotionally grueling task, but more often than not, they do it anyway.

        

They never stop trying. If you are friends with a woman with anxiety, and you don’t see her struggling, it’s because she’s trying extremely hard to cope with them. Not for you, but for herself. She’ll try exercise, healthier foods, sleeping teas, etc—all so that she can function in life as effortlessly as her friends.

They always care. Even though their brain tells them to constantly worry about themselves and stressful events, they still find time to care of their friends. They still find time to listen to a heartbroken friend. They even sometimes brave big crowds when they aren’t feeling it because they want to make you happy. It’s so easy to be selfish with anxiety, but more often than not, they are selfless.

They’re strong. Relationships are difficult and tricky, and navigating them without letting anxious thoughts ruin them is one of their biggest strengths. This is in regards to both romantic and platonic relationships. They see themselves as baggage and it takes real strength to allow someone to get close enough to see that.

They’re masters of their own fate. Feeling helpless is too easy for a woman with anxiety. She becomes a master of her own fate, a strong woman who pushes through in order to become a resilient human rather than the powerless person her anxiety tries to make her. The victim card is not an option.

They fight back. Sometimes when it feels like people are using the disorder to define their character, they fight back. Anxiety ridden woman refuse to let their weakness define them, but focus on the strength that comes with fighting a daily battle with their own head.

They try. If they gave in to their anxiety at every moment, they would live underneath their duvet covers with a happy movie playing on loop. They are consistently drained and exhausted—both emotionally and physically, but they continually go outside and make strides in becoming a normal member of society. They may take naps, but they are not lazy.

        

They are forgiving. They forgive when you’re moody or upset or when you can’t pull yourself out of a funk. They’ve been there. They won’t judge you, but they will lend you a empathetic ear. They know struggles and they don’t judge you for yours.

They’re complex. They are complicated creatures and they can be unpredictable and mysterious, but it’s not in a ‘lead in the indie movie’ romantic way—it’s just their life. They can’t control it, but they roll with it. They are admirable because of the cunning ways they disguise their fear, through humor or mystery or simply a hapless smile, to make you feel comfortable around them.

They lead. Anxiety follows them around like a shadow, but they always make sure they are leading the way. They are the leaders of their life and even though they succumb to the effects of anxiety on occasion (through no fault of their own) they get up again. That’s strength.