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Poetry

I’m empty today.  Except for anxiety – lots of anxiety. Not a “good” day.  I’m grateful this feeling hasn’t hit me for couple of weeks, but I could sense it coming on since Wednesday.   810 more words

Vagabonding

My Brain a Splitting Continent

The sun has set and I am standing on the back porch, leaning over the railing.
I hear the screen door creak, his heavy boots sliding. 3,043 more words

PTSD

My Brain a Splitting Continent

The sun has set and I am standing on the back porch, leaning over the railing.
I hear the screen door creak, his heavy boots sliding. 3,043 more words

Creative Nonfiction & Memoir

When it Makes Sense (Temenos)

“And it is so simple…you will instantly find how to live.” –Dostoyevsky

Do I contradict myself?
Very well, I contradict myself.
I am large.
I contain multitudes.

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Creative Nonfiction & Memoir

Happiness is not how intelligent, how wise, how accomplished, how powerful, how charismatic!!!,


Axel Antas
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It is the opposite!

But intelligent, wise, powerful and charismatic is what we all desire, no?

We have to create a certain amount of time everyday for our mind to be empty, present and available to experience happiness. 95 more words

Assorted

Complex PTSD & Friendship

Iv read & been told that being honest with your friends is the best option when you aren’t doing the best.

So lately Iv been completely honestly with them & told them how I’m really doing. 222 more words

Complex PTSD