Here’s me and Fletch. A horse I rode for a day, who taught me something about forgiveness.

Here’s me and Fletch. I was riding him with some other people a few years ago. Really nice little medicine cap gelding. Had the patience of a saint. I really enjoyed riding him that day, he was calm, eager and ready to go do something.

Me and Fletch

It was an enjoyable ride, and he never gave anything but his best for me.

He is now owned and loved by a family who has little kids. The patience he shows with those kids is priceless. Standing and allowing them to learn how to mount up and accepting their youth and learning.

Horses are an amazingly forgiving animal, in most cases. They tolerate our mistakes, our inability to figure out quickly what their language is, so an effective team and trust can be built. They listen to your heartbeat, and breathing, and can tell if you are anxious or scared. Without proper learned communication, this just makes the horse anxious, just like us.

Here’s me and Fletch. A horse I rode for a day, who taught me something about forgiveness.

A horse like Fletch can’t tell us what his past has been, but from when I rode him, he was accepting of this new stranger on his back, and made ME confident. It’s always a guess when I get on a new horse, to test out for someone, or just riding someone else’s horse. Fletch told me “Hi new human! I’m Fletch, and I’m going to show you that I’m good, and I’ll take care of you on our ride today”.

He did just that.

If your horse is reacting, check yourself, your feelings, and your emotional status… it may be that you just need to have a talk, and spend some time getting to know each other, at liberty. 

What do you think about horses? Have you ever had any experience with them? Do you have a communication problem with them? Let me know

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✌️

Shassy

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Here’s me and Fletch

Doer of the Prayers

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Doer of the prayers

I was reading some facebook posts that I had posted, and one said something like know your enemy, and know which battles to fight, and which to walk away from.  (That was paraphrased, but you get the gist.)   I have had some interaction with some people through out life and one thing I have noticed is that fear, anger, hurt; all keep people from looking outside the box.  I have done that myself….and thankfully for the grace of God, I wasn’t turned away when I finally pulled my head ouf of my ass and listened.  One of these people has become one of my best friends.  If I had listened to what others had said, we wouldn’t be friends.  Luckily this person has a genuine heart and “took me back” after I had been a stupid dumbass.

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Doer of the prayers
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Judgement isn’t meant for me to do.  Ignoring someone who is genuinely trying to just say a prayer…isn’t the issue.  That issue is between that person and God.  I pray for some people that I would, instead, rather poke a stick in their eye…. but keep doing it.  God knows my heart already, so he knows I am doing it because He has told me to, not because it’s going to make whomever I pray for a better person.  I know that sounds selfish, but the “doing of the prayers” isn’t up to me, so I’ll leave that to the Boss. What’s up to me is to do what I’m told.  Even when it pisses me off.  And let me tell you, it does sometimes.  My prayers are occasionally loud and angry, but God knows what I mean.  I’m not mad at God, and He knows that….and He is patient enough to let me vent….after all, He made me, so He knows how I feel.

✌️Shassy

Flashback

Flashback

Obtrusive words

You bring to me

After a speck of guilt filled kindness sent

Though they weren’t,

They were

Only wanting

Always needing

I push down feelings of betrayal

Once again

You kill me with your presence

Without even being here

Your effervescent light is just trickery

Armor on

Tears repressed

I must realize the facade

Step back

Retract

Breathe deep and weep.

Flashback

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There are times when others only want to talk to us, or see us when we seem to fit into their lives.

There are times when others only want to talk to us, or see us when we seem to fit into their lives.

Our society has conditioned our ever present brains to accept what is put in front of our faces, usually via an electronic device or screen. We post a smiling face, nice house, fancy car, when in reality a lot of our lives are filled with pain, dysfunction and calamity.

Suicide thoughts run rampant among those of us who have had to deal with a lifetime of trauma. Or any trauma. Whether it’s from combat, familial abuse, spousal abuse, or abuse from a stranger. Anything traumatic, that makes a person question their safety, whether it’s emotional, spiritual, mental or physical,WILL CHANGE YOU.

I don’t care what you say. It changes a person. Someone who has experience trauma, will not come out on the other side the same, and a lot of times, they don’t even recognize what’s happening, and have no idea how to deal with it. (Me).

This has been me for the majority of my life. Not knowing what’s wrong, wanting to “fix” it, not understanding why I made horrible choices and decisions, and stumbling through, hiding my pain and ignoring my own emotional well being, thinking that crying, or showing emotion, was considered a weakness.

This year has been a really good year of understanding, self discovery, setting boundaries, forgiveness, mixed in with a range of emotions including extreme anger, heartbreak and acceptance. It’s not a done deal, as life is about change, and since we (me, you) are still here, then the progression will continue.

How much should a person share? Where’s the boundaries? When does it become too much? Or not enough? A lot of people really don’t care when they ask “How ya doin’?” It’s a knee jerk reaction, and honestly, we as humans need to watch our words. I STILL have a hard time with that… thinking that everyone means what they say. They don’t. They are full of shit.

Not every person is an asshole, not every person INTENDS to not mean what they say. But there are people who just provide lip service; they say what they think you want to hear, and walk off. Stay away from those people.

AND, there are genuine, good humans, who say things, then life happens and they, for some reason out of their control, couldn’t follow through, or said something that came out wrong. I’ve done that myself.

We aren’t perfect. Our lives aren’t perfect. We wake up with morning breath, we don’t always shave our legs (haha), we get so depressed that we feel like we would be better off, not alive anymore, or can’t shower, eat, breathe without physical pain. If I posted the 90 bazillion other photos of how I really feel during the day, most days, I’d have someone calling for a welfare check.

I guess I want to normalize being REAL. No, we don’t need to share everything, no one needs to know how many shits you took today… (unless you are in the hospital, or work in the medical field… but that’s another post…lol).

Needing validation is a human necessity, in my opinion, but, it needs to be done in a healthy way, and not filled with falsified “look at my perfect life” Instagram photos, or creating the perfect reel, with the perfect children, skinny perfect wife and hot ripped husband. We need to support each other as humans, perfectly flawed and messed up.

Yes, keep yourself healthy, because we all know that batshit crazy person (people) who’s narcissistic abusive behavior will ruin you. Set your boundaries, and for the love of mud, do not let them move. Flexible, maybe, but have a hard line. That may sound like a bass-ackwards way to describe it, but 🤷🏻‍♀️.

Don’t be afraid to ask for help. (I have crisis in my contacts). Don’t be ashamed of not being what society or people think you should be. It’s not their business.

Also, if you’re an asshole, keep being you boo…you’re not fooling anyone.

✌️Everything is here.

There are times

Keywords: there are times, there are time when you might feel aimless, there are times in life lyrics, embittered there are questions unanswered

“Clock” MoveMePoetry 11-4-22

“Clock” MoveMePoetry

Don’t drip my time

Encase it with chains

Make me feel wetness

On my legs

As you beg

To keep me

One last time

I will not give in

This rattling tin

Of a heart

Is shorn short

Of time

Release me

As I release you

From forever shackles

Man made hackles

Of shine

One

Last

Time

Your clock strikes mine.

MoveMePoetry Medium Poetry Battle Clock writing poetry

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(Steaming pile of cow shit)

This time I win (Steaming pile of cow shit)

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I win 
This time


I don’t know how many times I’ve been through this in the last five or six years.  Up the rollar coaster…feeling like I’m king of the mountain…working hard, going to school, smelling the roses….then I crash into a huge pile of fresh hot steaming cow shit. Judas tits…then I climb back up out of the steaming hot pile of cow shit…get myself put back together, which takes a momentous amount of time because when I say I crash…I do it very well. I start seeing the light at the end of the tunnel…and whammy, I’m there!  Yeeeeee haw!  Whoopie I’m here! Wait, what?  Ok….so back to working hard, smelling the roses and all.  Then something happens again, and down I go into a different pile of shit.  Deep down inside I know why this has happened.  My intuition is pretty good.  Or gut feeling, whatever you want to call it.  I’ve spent all this time and energy on trying to ignore what causes my glorious swan dives into piles of fresh shit.

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But this time is different.  I’ve never said THAT before. This time when I climb up out of that shit, I’m going to learn to put my boots on and walk through it, instead of diving head first into it from an abnormally high cosmic altitude of escape.  I’m learning new ways to cope with the reasons I take those dives.  I already knew what those reasons were…but I kept trying to pretend I was “ok”.  No, I’m not “ok”.  I’m hurt and traumatized.  I’m scared and filled with fear.  I live in a world dominated by irrational feelings caused from fear; a world filled with anxiety and panic. Triggers that I should not have to deal with from anyone, at home or at work.  Intimidation and abuse is NOT ok, and it will not be tolerated in my life anymore.  That fear and anxiety may go away some days, or some days it may not.  Either way, there’s going to be new and better ways to handle my life, so that I create a daily way of living that is functional and progressive.  That’s been the biggest issue.  Not admitting what the traumas are, and that I HAVE been affected by them.  Just accepting that fact and getting the right help, has been the biggest and most proactive thing I have done for myself in these last few weeks. I don’t care what you think about why I’ve been gone…or anyone for that matter.

This time is different…this time I win.  🙂

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I need (love) coffee, and my #1 DOG

I need Coffee and my #1 DOG (from the archives 11-18-2021

Coffee. And if I am being honest, I really need a dedicated writing space…sitting here on my couch with my feet on the “coffee” table is ok for now, but knowing me, I’ll get antsy, and move to the bed.. lol…. Anyway, not that that is a big deal, whatever works, right? Oh, and the coffee is DECAFFEINATED. WTF is wrong with me…

Continuing on with the therapy mode of this blog…recently I’ve been struggling.. flashbacks, anxiety, little sleep…I guess I don’t sleep more than four hours a night anyway, but yea. I’m sure within this blog, there’s another blog about this same thing. Yes, I have a pill for anxiety, but I don’t like taking it because it knocks me out. I want to be present with this life, my life. If I live to be 90, I’ve already lived half of my life… and to some, I have nothing to show for it. To some… lets get into that. I have felt, for the majority of my adult life, that I have not been good enough, that I have failed, that I have made wrong decisions (which I have learned that I have). But… this feeling of being judged, of guilt, of shame. When is enough enough? How do I get past this? I felt like I was never doing good enough… blah blah. I’m sure my shrink will have an answer for me, after she digs it out of my own head. It goes back to this thing or that thing that happened during this or that time of my life. The only thing I’m good at now is putting up walls.

I’ve written some about my mother. Just to clarify, right now, I do not dislike or hate my mother. I love her as a human being, and as a person who is flawed like the rest of us. There are some things that I have come to the realization of, where she is concerned, and that is ok, it’s my progression and way of processing. This memoir is mine, and is in no way meant to put pad vibes or negative juju on her, or anyone for that matter. I say, and tell people, that if you don’t like what you read, then just move on. Easy peasy.

I’ve recently, joined Twitter. Well, I joined back in March, but didn’t really do anything until recently. Flakebook is irritating, so I deactivated for the time being. I want to finish the book I’ve been writing, for what seems to be a zillion years, and needed some support, I guess. There is a great community of writers there. :-).

Right now I feel scared, about what I’m not sure. This time of year can be a bumpy ride sometimes. I look at the D.O.G. who has saved me so many times, snoring on the other end of the couch, and wish I could just sleep like she does. She’s been washed for many years, of PA work, due to being attacked by another dog, and just plain being too stressed to work in the public anymore, but she still very much tasks for me at home. She alerts to things before I know what’s going on, and I am, on the daily, still amazed by what she “knows”. So what if she can’t do PA work anymore… I can’t function most of the time in public, so I have to understand that she is a living, breathing, feeling, soul… one who has flaws just like I do.

Just don’t try to break into my house… 🙂

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I need coffee

WARNING: Bad Language…Depression (from my archives 8-23-17)

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Warning: Bad Language…Depression

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Lets talk about depression for a minute.  Or lets let me talk to my dogs about depression, since there isn’t anyone here.

This sucks.  This makes me feel hopeless and desolate.  I simply have to keep on living.  I know that there is a light at the end of the tunnel.  Somewhere.  Or is that my journey?  Always looking for the light and never finding it.   It fucking pisses me off to feel this way  I hate it.  I want to will it to be gone.  Period.

I have a faith, and am praying and I know that God is hearing these prayers.  It’s been proven.  I have to get my head out of this web of dust and dirt.  But it just seems to creep back in and pounce when I’m not expecting it.  This shit is real.  Real fucked up.

And it makes me angry.  Obviously.

Maybe I’ll look into getting a heavy bag.   Something I can kick and punch.  Get the pent up energy out…maybe I’ll lose some fat while I’m at it.

Jump, skip,.  I rearranged my bedroom.  Maybe I can get some better vibes with everything facing different directions now.   PPPAAAHAHAHHH!!!!!    Who am I kidding. You can’t feng scchhhwaaaayyy anything around here.

My brain fog is fogging things up.  Can’t keep a straight thought or make a clean sentence without saying fuck, or shit.  Fuckshit.

I’m outta here.  My head hurts.

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Whispers

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I feel the whispers of you in my ear.

Sweet breath that I ignore

For I am withered from conflict within

Oh so gently you keep prodding

Knowing that one day you will hear yes

Because you know it must happen

If not I will die

My will conflicts some days with you

And yet you continue to whisper

In my ear

“My darling, you must change.”

Or you will die.

I will die

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Depression and anxiety suck

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Depression and anxiety suck.

Depression and anxiety sucks, and I have been dealing with it since I was 9 years old.

I have many hours in with my therapist, and many coping skills in my tool box. But there are some days that even that doesn’t work very well. In those cases I need to step away from all social media, my business, and go out and be in nature, and just sit. That may sound crazy, but it works for me.

There are also ways you can have tools readily available from you phone, or computer.

I have been researching mental health options and want to share them here. I will ad more to this post as I find programs, because everyone is different, and so are some of the mental health programs that are available to us.

The most important thing to remember is to REACH out for help when you need it. Doesn’t matter how, or who, just ask for help. Don’t struggle alone. There is always someone out there that can relate and that you can talk to.

Panic Away is an option for you that I’m sharing now. Try it out.

Don’t give up, you are on this planet for a reason. Find your reason.

There are treatments for depression and anxiety, and learning how to treat your symptoms of anxiety and depression is key to being able to find some sort of ”normalcy” in your life. Whatever normal is.

Depression and anxiety suck
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