When the bed covers feel like lead covers and the solace of sleep soothes enough to quiet the relentless courtship of fear (and death) and unquenchable sorrow until the cycle starts again tomorrow- This is my "in-between" And it is a lonely place Though my isolation is self-imposed A rose doesn't need other roses to … Continue reading The Solace of Sleep
Author: vis4voice
I am a middle-aged mother of one beautiful child. When I was a little girl I wanted to be a SuperStar above all else, and an archaeologist or a veterinarian if forced to proclaim a more practical career choice. Most of my childhood was spent in the woods where I felt a deep connection to the beauty of nature.
I am an empath, who struggles against the stigma of mental illness, called to use my voice to help those who feel lost, misunderstood, or completely alone on their journey.
I am an Artist, a Singer, a Writer, and a Metaphysical Philosopher. I work part-time, as a Professional Makeup Artist for TV/Print/Film, and various other creative and delightful jobs that come my way.
I am an optimist suffering from a custom-blend of Major Depression, Anxiety, CPTSD, and ADD; a walking paradox, I love people, but I enjoy being alone. I am ALL Libra, and seek balance, even when life is swirling with chaos.
I am happiest when I am riding my unicorn, Tasunka, spending snuggle time with my 2 dogs and 3 cats, going to estate sales , thrift shopping, lying on the beach, and experiencing unencumbered joy. I love to entertain people with my wit, creativity, and charm, as much as I enjoy helping others, and I hope to do all of those things here. (bear with me on the entertaining part! Seems like the ugly stuff won't let me have any fun here just yet, but it seeps in a bit here and there.)
The Day I Rested My Boots By The Fire
It was a cold day that had started out sunny. I knew there was a 100% chance of rain later, but nothing could take away my joyful anticipation. A group of riders were meeting at the farm to grab our horses, get tacked up by 10am, and have an off-site excursion to a friend's place, … Continue reading The Day I Rested My Boots By The Fire
Heeding The Call To Use My Voice
There's something I want to share in regards to the #METOO movement. Having strength to speak out about sexual assault is very difficult due to feelings of shame and fearing allegations will be disregarded, which would then multiply suffering for the victim. I have witnessed this first-hand. When a young teen girl who boarded and … Continue reading Heeding The Call To Use My Voice
Choosing Your Door
I remember sitting in the Baptist church that I occasionally attended in my early 20's and the intense feelings that would come over me during the altar call. It was like my body heated up and there were bees buzzing through my veins. Not an uncomfortable sensation, it was an urgency within my spirit, a … Continue reading Choosing Your Door
Sweet
It’s Like This
Are you stuck having "one of those days" ? I'm talking you feel splayed out, face down, overwhelmed, every single day? Let me ask you another question... Have you felt hopeless and paralyzed for so long that you cannot even remember the last time you were at peace with your life and the choices you make? Oh … Continue reading It’s Like This
Threads
A secret place tucked away in the woods Where I would sit alone A tree-shaped arbor as a door Small pool to a stream with a waterfall And a mossy green rock, my throne Soothed by the wonder Of birds and trees A child torn asunder Learned to call nature her home. Faith was never … Continue reading Threads
The Reveal
Lonliness is never lonely It flourishes in crowds It wears a happy face Is wittily amusing Boastful and proud Lonliness always wears The best mask at the ball Laughs heartily Stands tall It proves its worth To those who buy into This act Of Academy Award proportions This social distortion Is but a dance With … Continue reading The Reveal
I found this piece of art at the thrift store today. It spoke to me. I told it to STFU.
The Free Milk Cow
Another year has come and gone And with it went my pride There is no more pretending Not to see the days go by Love and hope give way to comfort In the midst of gloom A dream still held to in my heart That will expire soon. I will daily count my blessings Grateful … Continue reading The Free Milk Cow
Not So Swell at The Bottom of The Well
Depression is often like shadow boxing; it creeps up on me, and lingers just out of site, but I know there is a menacing presence from which I must defend myself. This is a shadow that can manifest on the cloudiest of days while disappearing altogether when it's sunny. It plays tricks like that, making … Continue reading Not So Swell at The Bottom of The Well
The Journey Begins
However you got here, I'm glad you did! and she always had a way with her brokeness. She would take her pieces and make them beautiful. - r. m. drake
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