When in doubt or clouded by fear, I communicate.
How you communicate is less important – write, talk, draw, paint, act, dance, create, do anything to express yourself in a way that promotes a healthy mind and your well being.
Heard of the saying: Write to recover? I do this all the time.
This is how I dealt with today’s unhelpful thoughts and emotions this morning.
I feel you looking at my face, wanting to see it crumple – leave a salty distaste.
I feel you making a mockery of me by playing on my fears, wanting to swallow me whole-see my goals run into arrears.
I feel your idle bones creep and finger down my spine, wanting me to body jump, do justice to my shadow self -engage with a sardonic crime.
I feel you urging me to split in an 180-degree motion, wanting to leave your signature in the air. apocalypse 2017 style, obtuse firework display.
Future appropriated by an indent eerily hanging in a feckless grin scented with rotting seaside -once a place of value in its prime.
These are my goals, my dreams, my choices. You can continue to dance in ritual, with odd bones, contrast black disguised in a beastly carcas- throwing out chanting voices.
I will cross from the stark white to contrast black. I know that gray matters vigilante’s courage will aid me in reaching the other side of the fog-drenched in echoed noises.
Mist, hurricane winds, cows moo-ing past in circles, the pressure to unveil my true self is marked down in these words I type in small spaces.
Don’t forget to inhale and exhale, life can’t move if forever enclosed in the darkest, somber of places.
Doubt, Overthink, Overanalyze.
I think therefore I am?
Scrambled, boiled, poached, deep fried, my mind waits in watch for its own demise -it will overthrow itself, find itself sunny side up. A successful conclusion and coup with my own prohibition ban.
I did it!
I have expressed myself – in a way, I feel less unsure of myself. I have released toxic energy from my mind to allow me to break through the fear and move on with my goals- Ongoing and new ones.
Fear or Goals.
I can only have one.
I choose my goals.
Objectives to reach my goals:
Continue taking responsibility for my physical and mental health. I’ve reached out to my doctor and asked to be put on extra supplements to make sure I’m feeding my brain and body.
Continue to be a mother to my daughter, I am not her friend- I am her mother, She needs me to encourage her to try out new experiences- starting this week. We have ongoing goals to persist with to help her become the best person she can be.
Continue to challenge myself, educate myself and learn new skills and techniques for my work life, volunteering life and my academic studies. ( I’ve already written three drafts of 3 completely different fiction pieces for my TMA 2)
Pursue and engage with my goal to do an 8-week Drama workshop because I know what I will get out of it.
Take time to have fun and laugh and do things that don’t involve me working all the time. Socialise, plan time out with my husband and friends, blog and connect with others.
Take a break from social media.
What other people think of me is not my concern, unless I have a direct effect or influence on these people. Other people are not allowed to take my energy. I will not give thoughts or energy to those I can not and will not help. I’ve already committed my time, thoughts, feelings to projects I want to.
That is it for today.
I have a new keyboard so I can finally type and write and blog and comment on blogs -YAY!