Brene Brown is pretty kick ass when it comes to speaking the truth. This is no exception. The inner voice can be, at times, cruel and relentless, and just break a person down. But by countering that voice, speaking back to it and telling it where to go, that’s where the magic happens. I am… Continue reading The inner voice
Author: bellasbabbles
Worst Bad Days
In 2016 I thought that I had the worst of bad days when I was going through this rough patch diagnosed as severe rapid cycling bi polar with psychosis post-hysterectomy. How could that be what’s “wrong” with me? I don’t have mental illness. “I’m fine”. It was the worst of bad days. Followed by many, many… Continue reading Worst Bad Days
The road ahead
How often do I forget that I am on a path that is taking me where I need to be? I am not in control of where the path takes me but more of in control of the reigns of the horse that I’m riding on said path going in said direction to said where… Continue reading The road ahead
Courage
Courage is defined as the ability to do something that frightens one. I have lots of fear and I’m often afraid, but courage, that little sneaky beast is always there lurking. Dropping it’s trail of Cheerios for me to follow, leading me to the other side. Fear can be immobilizing. The whole fight, flee or… Continue reading Courage
Keep Going
I often feel like my boot is stuck in the mud. I can’t seem to wiggle it free so I stand there. I usually start to cry. I know I can step out of my boot and be free, muddy but free, but I want my boot, both of them and I want to be… Continue reading Keep Going
I am not ready…
I am not ready. Not ready for a slew of things. Whether it’s getting up, showered, and dressed (good ole depression) or heading into work sitting in traffic and actually working. I am not ready to get older or for my kids to grow up (more). Im not ready to have relationships change even for… Continue reading I am not ready…
A broken arm
Photo by ThisIsEngineering on Pexels.com Let’s say I was roller blading (which anyone my age should NOT do) and I fell. I ran into a trashcan and I flipped and landed on my arm. It snapped, just like a wishbone. Should this have happened I would go to the hospital and I would get it… Continue reading A broken arm
Sitting Waiting Looking Anticipating
SittingWaiting LookingAnticipating The anxiety that ensues when you are waiting to see a doctor. A new doctor mind you. A proclaimed expert doctor. A doctor that may be able to tell you something new or the same as what you’ve heard before. Time and time again. It’s the wondering. The thinking of who is this person. Do… Continue reading Sitting Waiting Looking Anticipating
To Do Lists
What would I do without my to do list? Whether it is scratched out on a note pad, on a lined legal pad or typed in my phone. Photo by Breakingpic on Pexels.com No major surprise but I would be lost, aimlessly wondering, staring at my computer screen blankly. Over the last number of years… Continue reading To Do Lists
It’s my party, I’ll cry if I want to
There are days when I feel some people do not get it. It being a variety of things. Mental illness, chronic pain, grieving? Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com There are days (like today) where I just need to or want to cry, because there are no other emotions that fit how I am feeling. I… Continue reading It’s my party, I’ll cry if I want to
