Keywords: poetry , adulthood , anxiety , blog , blogging , change , depression , life , mental health , poem , poetry , poetry about life , poetry meaning , teenagers
So full of hope …
https://lifesfinewhine.ca/2022/08/24/an-ode-to-the-person-i-was
Keywords: anxiety , depression , help , hope , trauma
I’m currently unemployed. A ton of my bills and my rent are late. My phone bill is on a payment arrangement and I’m worried I won’t be able to pay it because I don’t have any income. However, during this time I’ve been unemployed, I got set up with a therapist. It was hard saying goodbye to my last therapist. She was really great. My new therapist specializes in trauma and separation, depression and anxiety. She’s a good fit for me and I’m looking forward to the work we will do together. I also got set up with WIC, and an EBT card. I wasn’t able to get unemployment insurance due to not living in this state long enough, but I may be able to apply for Minnesota. I have hope because when I ask for help, there are people and resources out there for me.
https://mamadiaries.net/2020/07/07/why-i-still-have-hope
carer , contentment , dreams , goals , happiness , health , innerpeace , journey , lifestyle , weightloss
Hello everyone!
Welcome to my blog! I’m 28 living in the Hertfordshire countryside. I decided to start this blog to document my journey into a happier, healthier, peaceful, more passionate lifestyle. I am currently a full time carer for two members of my immediate family, something which hopefully I will be able to balance more and allow me to venture into a new lifestyle I so desperately crave!
My life is taking care of other people, and while I love it, I also absolutely resent it. It is difficult, I have no contracted hours, I have no help, I don’t have sick pay. It all starts and ends with me. I recently had a an epiphany and realised I was not brought into this world to be a slave to everybody else. Usually I “finish” work and I have a banging headache because I’ve had no time to eat or…
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Depression, Hope, Love, Pray, Stranger, Thought
I just saw you from a distance, actually not seeing, we are connected only through media chat for the last time. All the agony that I poured out at that time really backfired that killed me right now. Impingement of resentment from 3 years waiting without contact really made me like a C4 bomb. You are my light, I swear.
Remember the first time we met after 3 years broken up? You’re still the same, still sick (in good sense). You are my escape, from a insoluble labyrinth of thoughts, from a never-resolved array of puzzles, from a body without a heart. And you never really understood that feeling even though I explained it as clearly as the moon at night.
Some of me think it’s the part of you that I love the most, and some of the things I hate the most. Yes, because I really don’t…
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