I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can. Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead. Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance.
🎴Tarot Deck🎴: Zombie Tarot
Breaking up with negative shit , people , things or stuff .. We can tell ourselves we need to “let go” a million times or more, however, those words won’t fully sink in until we genuinely want to let go and totally release ourselves from the connection.
Low-scale emotions cloud our thinking, and it is difficult to think calmly and rationally or make balanced decisions about our future while filled with fury or resentment.
We will struggle to break free from anyone or anything when there is an array of intense emotional debris lingering in our hearts and minds. This is why we must untangle and make sense of our emotions, so we can discover what causes us to feel magnetically pulled to someone or that something we know we should be walking away from.
Admitting to ourselves that we know there is a problem, and that it is time to release ourselves from it, is the biggest step we can take toward vital self-preservation.
From there, we can take a series of smaller steps that lightly lead the way to obtaining and maintaining inner and outer peace, harmony, and safety.
To get through a breakup of any kind, be that love ,friendship or addiction , we will need to have a tremendous amount of patience with our emotions, as there is no set time limit for getting over something or someone.
Healing occurs in its own time. It may feel soothing one minute, and the next, it can hit us with waves that are so overwhelming they can rock and destabilize our inner core.
So long as we remain consciously aware of our thoughts, emotions, and actions—and we have faith that we are now aware that self-care is imperative—we will soon, once again, find the awareness required to remove ourselves from those people or substances that are harmful, and we will eventually arrive at a permanent place of authentic self-love, happiness, and peace.
Here’s to the journey of a thousand and one lessons 😉
Enjoy the single life, why wait around for someone who cant get their life together when your all set? I love being able to talk to whoever I want, go out with whoever I want and not needing to take care of anyone but myself. Ive met so many people and gone to so many new places that im done looking at my past. If someone wants to be there theyll make themselves available if not then its their loss. I have my life to live still and I will live it to the full extent. And thank you everyone whose been there for me and all the amazing people Ive met and made these last couple months memorable and I hope to make many more❤️❤️ #mylife#singlelife#traveling#scottsdale#donewaiting#enjoyittothefullest#hmu#goodnightoutwithfriends#movingon#ifyouonlyknew
Hi. Today is Father’s Day (if you haven’t noticed) and for those of us with dead or living-dead fathers, it’s the reminder of grief. Grief is different. Grief has no distance. Grief comes in waves, paroxysms, sudden apprehensions that weaken the knees and blind the eyes and obliterate the stillness of life. Yes, we call this “waves of grief.” The last time my children saw my father four years ago he was drunk in a bar. I showed up fifteen minutes early to our anticipated meet and saw him sitting there pounding scotch. It was the first time he would meet Atticus. He told me he couldn’t wait to meet him. I walked right up to him and he pushed his drink away. “It’s ok Dad, I know you love IT more than you’ll ever love me.” This is what I thought as he swatted the rocks glass away. He motioned that the boys should swim. I stayed in that hotel while my boys swam motioning to their drunk grandfather. “Papa Butch! Watch!” He would wave. He handed me gifts from Walgreens. He made no sense. He was drunk and I had made a mistake by seeing him. I hurried the boys to find his hotel room after just minutes in the pool. But Papa Butch couldn’t remember where his room was so we walked through every hallway. Me and my babies. Cohen kept looking at me. I wanted to run. We finally found his room. I asked Papa Butch to watch my things by the pool as I changed and bathed them into pajamas. Cohen watched my tears collect on that cold hotel toilet washing their hair. “Mom he makes you sad.” “Yes. This is sad.” Thirty four minutes later we walked into the foyer and my items were abandoned by the pool and my dad was obliterated and passed out next to the lobby fire. Cohen grabbed my hand, “Why is Papa Butch asleep?” “Because he’s sick Cohen.” I grabbed their hands.
Not even an hour. After four years of not seeing me or my children. Not an hour to be sober.
So tonight I toast the father figures who showed up for me and my children when the biological one carelessly walked out loving a substance more than the children brought into this world. It’s actually just hard. But that’s ok. God has mercy that is deep and good and gracious. Because honestly? I just can’t. #beautywillsavetheworld