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Love this message from @r.solo ! Self love is truly the key to a lasting and healthy relationship with the people around you and yourself 💜
It amazes me almost daily, what my mind is doing to protect me from what happened. Before even fully knowing or understanding, I knew it was playing games with me. Our minds, brains, are remarkable instinctive survival little creatures. At least that's how I see it. Understand it. Embrace it. And take your time healing. Time is your best friend. #poems #poemsofinstagram #poetry #poetryofinstagram #writer #writers #writersofinstagram #words #wordporn #poetryporn #mywayoftalking #trauma #ptsd #dissociation #healing #bestrong
She is warm bath and Sleepytime tea leaves steeped in chocolate...🙏🏽 * * If you want to hear the rest of my story follow/subscribe/like my Author Page IPrayedandEverything, visit my website ☝️🏾 link in my bio but www.estrellyoungiii.com, cop a copy of my book "A Painting of a Gentleman" and look out for "I Prayed and Everything"
When I graduated from college I had a case pending and that, along with my rest of my criminal history, left me virtually unemployable. Can you picture that? Employers said I was a "liability" (which in my opinion, is far worse than ever being called lame) and they couldn't risk it. The situation was similar to the sentiment Kanye raised in the classic "Through the Wire"- it's bad enough I'm judged because of my skin but to be a criminal too...bruh. Anyway, I became depressed. There were a lot of dark nights where I raced, sprint-style, to the bottom of bottles and I burned a lot of bridges. BUT, my friends, joy does come in the morning and look at me now! * If you want to hear the rest of my story follow/subscribe/like my Author Page on FB @IPrayedandEverything, visit my website www.estrellyoungiii.com, cop a copy of my book "A Painting of a Gentleman" and look out for "I Prayed and Everything"!!!
When I'm not making art, I'm writing. My love of words is one of the reasons a lot of my work centers around language and typography. 📝 I currently have a writing gig where I write (very) short stories for people, based on pictures they submit. I love the work, because every submission is like a creative writing exercise. I get to create a narrative based on the most subtle of clues in the photos. 📸 Because the stories are short, Ive been reading "How to Write Short: Word Craft for Fast Timezs" by Roy Peter Clark. And one of his exercises is to "collect short writing wherever you find it." 📓 Which leads me to this little gem. I stumbled across these simple notes inside the medicine cabinet at my friend's parent's house. And I just fell in love with the mystery of these simple descriptions of tender moments they shared so long ago. 💌 Beauty is all around. Sometimes, it's even on faded post-it notes, stuck inside bathroom cabinets 💖
I'm sorry they said When they mispronounced my name or stepped on my feet or pushed me. They said I'm sorry when they blew smoke into my face or when they hugged me too hard. I'm sorry they said When I got home from school and there wasn't a body to say goodbye to, when there was suddenly a loss to apologize for, when I didn't have a nice black dress to wear. They said I'm sorry when I brought them tissues or when they hugged me too hard. I'm sorry they said When I began seeing the track marks, when he fell asleep during all my concert solos and his teeth fell out. They said I'm sorry when they left for rehab or when they hugged me too hard. I'm sorry they said When I handed my sister all the guns in my house, when I was hungry, when I began collecting suicide notes and hospital socks They said I'm sorry when they hung the rope or when they hugged me too hard. And I'm beginning to hate the taste of those words, the way they don't mean a single thing. So when you apologized for leaving, I said what I always say And waited for the door to close before I cried.