For a long time, I have defined myself by the things I've been through. But maybe it doesn't have to be this way; maybe you are not the things that hurt you.
Beautiful piece which helped me today. I have come to finally realize myself that I was afraid to unearth all the traumas that I was allowing to define me. Reason being if I let them go would there be anything of me left. There still is. There is hope.
I loved to read you coming to terms with your grief and analysing yourself without blaming another. It is so transparent in the manner your thoughts moved over from the first line to a closure of sorts by the end of the note. It is refreshing to read such honest thoughts and truthful writing. Thank you for sharing.
Your words are so brutally real. So relatable in so many ways. I read other ppls comments about your pieces and it just shows how much your words touch and resonate with them. For someone to be able to do this, is truly wonderful. We are all works in progress in some way of other, so I think with help from calming, reflective and honest words, makes it easier to cope. Thank you 🌻
Scathingly raw, brutally honest and beautifully brave are your words. I love how my senses are heightened as I read your work. And oh, how I ache in my ability to relate to your pain. Then there's the hope you provide...the blessed hope that maybe, just maybe, I too can change my narrative💕
I applaud your bravery in telling your truths, which I am quite sure is never comes without more pain in the telling. I relate so deeply and after many years am coming to realize I am the reason I’m not happy, why I allow these bad patterns to continue but I know as a scary as it seems, it’s not too late. It’s never too late to decide to be happy.
Beautiful piece which helped me today. I have come to finally realize myself that I was afraid to unearth all the traumas that I was allowing to define me. Reason being if I let them go would there be anything of me left. There still is. There is hope.
I loved to read you coming to terms with your grief and analysing yourself without blaming another. It is so transparent in the manner your thoughts moved over from the first line to a closure of sorts by the end of the note. It is refreshing to read such honest thoughts and truthful writing. Thank you for sharing.
l feel your pain,
l can touch your scars,
The beauty of how this much pain,
Can be turned into words.
We are what we go through,
We are also our choices.
Perhaps our scars shouldn't define us,
Rather remain an imminent part of our past.
Thank You Blake
Thank you. It’s so exhausting being either sad or scared.
Your words are so brutally real. So relatable in so many ways. I read other ppls comments about your pieces and it just shows how much your words touch and resonate with them. For someone to be able to do this, is truly wonderful. We are all works in progress in some way of other, so I think with help from calming, reflective and honest words, makes it easier to cope. Thank you 🌻
Scathingly raw, brutally honest and beautifully brave are your words. I love how my senses are heightened as I read your work. And oh, how I ache in my ability to relate to your pain. Then there's the hope you provide...the blessed hope that maybe, just maybe, I too can change my narrative💕
I applaud your bravery in telling your truths, which I am quite sure is never comes without more pain in the telling. I relate so deeply and after many years am coming to realize I am the reason I’m not happy, why I allow these bad patterns to continue but I know as a scary as it seems, it’s not too late. It’s never too late to decide to be happy.