“Time cannot be packaged and ribboned and left under trees for Christmas morning. Time can’t be given. But it can be shared.”

Art of Quotation

“Time cannot be packaged and ribboned and left under trees for Christmas morning. Time can’t be given. But it can be shared.”

— Cecelia Ahern, writer


View original post

Advertisements

I Survived…

afaceinthecrowdblog

You threw stones,

You smirked when I was in pain,

You laughed at my failures,

You made fun of me in my hardships,

You back bitched about me. 

But, you know what, I SURVIVED.

The stones you threw, I made my road out of them.

The smirk you had made me endure my pain.

Your laughter in my failures, well that echoed in my ears and constantly motivated me to do better.

Making fun of my hardships wasn’t a good deed, you should not have forgotten, TIME NEVER REMAINS THE SAME.

And when you back bitched about me, well that was the time I knew that I am moving, moving forward in right direction.

I guess, I should credit you. You were the constant motivator in my journey. 

For all my fiends who wants to reach heights. Focus only on yourself, you are your only support.The sludge they threw will…

View original post 6 more words

Poetry

Therapy Bits

she sits alone
and stares into space
thinking too much
her thoughts whirl
and she wonders
how long it will be
until
she can go
to eternity
its hard to sit
and hard to just breathe
she counts to 10
so slowly
breathing hurts
as does thinking
in fact everything just hurts right now

View original post

PTSD – So much more than just flashbacks

A Journey Through The Snow

“Remember,
a diamond is merely a lump of coal
that did well under pressure” – Henry Kissinger

As a disclaimer, I want to begin this post by stating that although Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) consists of numerous symptoms that are experienced by a majority of sufferers, this account is, in no way, meant to mirror the experience of anyone but myself. Whatever the situation, whatever the diagnosis, we all live very unique lives and I would never attest to an ability to explain everyone’s’ exact experience. This is my account, and mine alone…

Having only recently realized that I suffer from PTSD I am constantly reminded of how much it affects my everyday life. To this day, I have no idea how I missed it. I know I generally downplay what has happened to me, throughout my life, but to have completely missed a diagnosis which I have an extensive level of understanding of is…

View original post 490 more words

This is Complex PTSD

Fighting for a Future

ptsd (1)

A mental health issue I’ve seen little talk about is complex post-traumatic stress disorder or C-PTSD. Often caused by a lifetime of trauma rather than one traumatic event, this type of PTSD is exactly what the name implies — complex.

My complex PTSD symptoms can take me from being a very logically-minded person capable of multitasking like a pro to a place where leftover emotions from past trauma assault my brain, leaving me crying and shell-shocked, struggling to remember basic things, like how to follow recipes, for days.

I am fine until it happens — a capable, competent, fully-functional adult… until I’m not. I hate PTSD. I get no say in what or who triggers my memories. I live in fear of the next time I’m reduced to a heap on the floor, pressing my head against the wall, holding my hands over my ears with my eyes squeezed tightly closed.

C-PTSD physically…

View original post 469 more words

Anxiety

Eyes + Words

Written by Jacob Ibrag

Grinding teeth. The anxiety

of waiting. Taking on its own persona, it

chews through your nerves and remaining bits of

patience. Laughing at your struggle to keep cool, it replays

each memory of failure. Whispering thoughts of disinformation.

Arguing. Trying to take a stand. Begging every fiber of your

being to push against its neck. Staring at a carbon

copy of yourself, ‘waiting on a blue sphere

in an ocean polluted with doubt.’


Photo by Sam Burriss


Over the years Eyes + Words has turned into a wonderful budding family of over fifteen thousand people across all platforms. It’s surreal and humbling to know that the art of poetry and story is alive and thriving. That being said, I hope that the creation of the Eyes + Words Writers Group serves as a vehicle and launch pad to help and support writers and the aspiring ones to keep…

View original post 29 more words