Tag: depression

What Do You Need

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Let’s talk this out…

What do you need right now?

Sometimes in the moment you don’t know what you need. Sometimes it takes an entire conversation to figure it out. It’s going to take courage to talk it out. So not only is it important to find someone able to deliver, that someone should also be willing to sit through the conversation.

Either you’ll figure out what you need and get it which in turn helps you learn to give it

“Or [you’ll] realize the person you’re asking doesn’t have the capacity to deliver. Both are gifts.”

Good night WordPress world. Sleep well. (Unless you have to write, then you should be writing😉)

I Feel You

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I feel it

I feel her

Please, someone help her forgive herself

Someone tell her to take responsibility for her own life

That’s the only way

Tell her stop worrying about everyone else

It’s not healthy and its showing is her life choices

Shes trying to just destroy herself

But shes tearing apart everyone else

Tell her she can do it

You can do it

Rest rest

Breathe

Let that shit go

All the shit

He is not your job

She is not your job

Your job is not even your job

You are your job and that’s it

-Sasch

I am Aphrodite, Farewell

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The art flows free when I’m with Ares

We tripped over the skulls of our enemies

Sat on the piles of their riches stacked to the sky

And I know, I don’t need Ares, or revenge, or riches to make art

And I know he takes away my focus.

Aphrodite is

a healthier option

The wiser choice

But Aries was the adventure I had missed

The only kind that crawls right under my thick skin

He made me dance

Inside and out

He shut me down and lit me up

He’s not safe

not in the slightest

Our dark minds wielded blood splatter

And chaos

The only way I could justify us was art

We were so art

You should have seen us

-Saschia

Where Am I

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I’ve reached a place in my life where I’m more full, more myself, and more humble than I’ve ever been. I feel so me. The self that loved with no expectations. The girl before her first heartbreak. It’s as if I’m getting a second chance at life and love and following my dreams. Life isn’t always so kind, so all I can do is hope it lasts and hope I can hang onto this as long as I can. Maybe life will be so kind, who knows? All I know, is I want to wake up, I want to sleep, and I get chills when I finally get to sit down and carve away at my craft. This is all so temporary, I had to write it down. I had leave proof. There is hope after allowing yourself to heal. There is life after an affair. Value isn’t lost because someone doesn’t appreciate it. And it’s ok to feel fuller and wiser and more yourself once you get through.

Yay me!