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Reinventing Daisy

I’ve avoided listening to music for over 6 months now , maybe longer, because I was afraid of the emotions or lack of emotions it would give me.

Today, i played this song for the 1st time in a long time, I was terrified it would only bring up bad associations and memories; that I wouldn’t get the buzz I felt when I used to listen to it(and other music)-like I did before; that
I wouldn’t feel the depth and intensity of my emotions that I used to.


The highs , the lows,every nuance of Emotions.

I know my brain is wired differently( for many reasons ) and I can only self- advocate that trying to alter my neurotransmitters; chemicals through ( the spectrum of my) self harming behaviours; wasn’t necessary: because I already feel – more intensely and extreme than say your average person. 🙃🙃😃. These coping strategies did serve a purpose when I’ve tried to survive experiences I’ve had.

These flawed survival strategies just confused my inner mission control board to send out conflicting messages to what I was trying to achieve.
I’m still trying to find a stable self image/identity.

I will find better ways to connect with others.
There is nothing wrong with my personality.
I am not flawed in character.

My boundaries are evolving every day.

Forgiveness will come with time and healing.
I have to believe this & I do have hope.

( staying on track 😄),
I know I’ve outgrown many songs as I’ve grown as a person , that scares the hell out of me.
I took a leap of faith & I feel exactly like I did – no- even more present- listening to this song.
I dig my bass 🤣🤣.

Music is as sacred to my well being ;as an olive branch was sacred to the Romans sense of peace 😀😀😀😁.
( random : but I had a dream last night that I was in an Olive restaurant🤣-hence me trying to come up with a metaphor to describe how important music is to me).

It is a place I’ve always been able to lose myself in and to still every other loud thought I’ve had.

Keep playing music.

Reinventing Tasha – authentic to the very core.

Reinventing Daisy – a rose by any other name ?
Reinventing Daisy :true beauty is hard to stamp out?

I like the ring to that .

#wellbeingtools

#SelfExpressionMatters

( going off track yet still relevent to point out),
It is terrifying to have lost my voice through the written word because when I used to write asI found a drive in me towards something bigger than my inner thoughts.

I allowed certain people to crush that identity I had found for myself through being creative & writing.
These people were hardly characters worth being influenced by:
Two examples of things said to me that I am challenging:
I’m (not)just an Entity and I’m (not )Vapid.

My thought process is : why did I allow too many unworthy people in my life( and my mind) who weren’t worth my time or energy?
I surrounded my self with people who would take any chance to put me down because they had such a fragmented understanding of themselves.
So many Insecurities that I allowed them to pass on to me.

I can be very naive , I’ve ended up in crazy situations- situations where my true notice was to connect with people and maybe make a friend..

I have a story to tell and I don’t think many people will believe it to be true because I hardly don’t 🤣🤣🤣.
I’m lucky to have people in my life to verify that many events that have happened aren’t a creation of an over active mind .. I have many scars and my body has an astute memory too.
A memory sometimes more reliable than my visual memories.

I’m trying to forgive ,however there are certain people where it may take a bit more time to forgive.
I think it is because they didn’t just hurt me , they hurt the only extension of myself : another human being. Once I see that that beautiful soul healing from what has happened then maybe I can move on to try to forgive them ( and most importantly myself too) .
This is my hope.
I have to show this important person how to move on & working on myself is the best way to show that it can be done.

I will write again with a clearer , more purposeful and stable voice.
I will read
what I’ve written in the past and see that it has relevance, with the purpose to push me to move on ;drive me to bigger goals.
I was only going to share a song 😅😅😅🙃.

Take a leap and confidence will come with practice .
My ‘on paper’ voice still shakes , it trembles.

I know this is worth it ,because it means I will find a way to integrate my selfs/states into a whole ( me) .

There is another side of fear.
I’m ready to explore it ,to create roots that I’m happy to spread and nurture ;
Create a home and bed worth making every day – no matter the weather.

N/ Atrophies needed

my wish is for no person to resonate with these words.  Live happy for as long as those who help you  negotiate happy *

Musing from a head disassociated from its heart ( insert arrow ).

A musing of a separation only the disillusioned would consider.. an Art.

Perhaps all I need is a cup of ‘Let’s go dutch’ English Tea..

To announce I miss my Teddy bear tea zen.

I always thought a broken heart would keep me writing ✍️.

Now whose woes are teasing ?
Now, I know that I’m not broken hearted 💔 ;
What keeps me from writing is a form of atrophy?

Now, it’s

serious.

I’m hardly breathing …..

The highest treason.

I fold in .

My blush is as good as my spade ♠️.

My heart tastes like the finer cuts

Of

strips off a Wilkinson’s razor blade.

There is a difference between a heart ❤️ and a spade ♠️.

The space between the dashes of our existence.

Just words & Numbers .

Won. Not pretty .

Atrophic apathy

It was never to be.

The word –

Petty too

My only foe woe

I

     have

taken
       a
few              tablets.

Prescribed; but more than  I usually allow myself.

I’ve been d
r          ink.
          ing .
I’m     

        furious at school.

Sent them a message .

I don’t want to interact.

I know I will have to be momentarily just dandy, for my bee when she gets home, however I may retreat
I don’t want to interact. I want to be alone .
I Hope to have a shower soon, sleep or be a perfect mom,  person .

A place – people feel secure , free , loved – not merely an abode.

My body has grown;my head – I want to disown.

I have no place to go
I can                   run away
Again

Without my own
Usual gumption.

Dis  
app     
        ear

from the lengths of life’s demands – another 25 metres * here I bloody go!*

Ad infinitum

There is no
Amen.
No peace
Nothing to burn.

My bras

need replacing- precious support to keep my dignity inert or is it alert?
We live in a millennial world.

I want to be .
I want to be not.
La vie en Rose
Simply….

All the regrets , the mistakes , the people I’ve lost.
I want to leave – die

Before you or my husband , mom and leave

                     Me.

         Alone .

As I am now.
It’s easier knowing you are still breathing

With an upside down frown. Said the cliché crow

I’ll engulf my darkness
With eyes closed, a mind blotted with discombulatory thoughts

aboundlessy

Thank you .

Xxxx

The crown of the Willows irrepressible woes

A moment – a weed – a daisy in need –
Is the last sentence a creed?

Who will ever know?

Except the one I title as this: my only foe.