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Beware the stories you read or tell.

My nights were full of terrors, a byproduct of bipolar and PTSD, sleep was not a relief for me. Addicted to shows with dark themes, I would falls asleep after watching flashes of violence on my screen, and relive the horror as I slept. I stopped watching the news, I turned off the crime shows, I read no more thrillers. As I took away the triggers, and began to heal my original wound, the night terrors started to ease. Wary now of what to consume before bed, aware that if shows on the tv can affect our subconscious, I wonder how is our newsfeeds tainting the waters of our minds. 

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They don’t tell you that grief hits harder on the days you thrive.

That on days the sun feels the sweetest, you will ache to have them there beside you to feel it’s warmth. You never completely move on from a loss, you simply learn to step forward. What I wouldn’t give to have even just 5 minutes with you now. To hear your voice and feel your touch. As my life blossoms around me, I yearn to ask your advice and hear your praise. There is not a doubt in my mind of your pride, but some days I ache for the tangible, some days you feel so far. As the waves of grief ebb and flow, I open myself up to feel it, I allow myself to be vulnerable, to succumb to its flow. For I know these waves...

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The promise of 2019

This year I will love myself, unconditionally without restraint.  I will take time to rest and heal, stripping myself from guilt of needing to fill my own cup first.  I will say no, without guilt whenever my heart calls me to not say yes.  I will feel sad on days I am sad, knowing emotions are healed by being felt.  I will find beauty in EVERY day, making sure to take time to appreciate the small moments in life.  This year I will love, oh how I will fall passionately in love with every aspect of my life.  Even on the days my mind is filled with shadows, I will love them for the lessons and soul truths they will...

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Her Lady of Shallot

My Granny called me her ‘Lady of Shallot’, both enamoured with the poem I would write it out in the letters I sent to her. A print of the majestic painting inspired by our beloved poem hung in my room as a child, now hanging in my healing room, it has always been my favourite. Unbeknown to me ‘The Lady of Shallot’ by John William Waterhouse is on loan from the Tate where my Granny first saw her and fell in love, and where I missed her when I visited the Tate at 20. As we entered the exhibit at the National Gallery today, and approached this massive print my heart leapt into my throat, as I realised I was...

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There is a place for you.

I used to see others succeeding and honestly believe that meant there was no room for me. Allowing self doubt and fear to rule my life, I would tell myself ‘well they’ve done it, so now there is not point in trying.’ It takes work, determination, patience, love, and time to quell your fears, but the self love journey is the best journey you will go on. As you work on loving yourself for exactly who you are, you begin to see how unique you are in your individuality. You begin to see how there is no one on this earth, who can offer exactly what you have. That is why there is room for everyone, because we all infuse...

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