self help
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A calm mourning
Mourning the night, mourning the break of day. I’m a handful of hours into my morning as synchronistic times approach. 10:10 How are you today? I ask My Lord. I hear nothing. It’s Wednesday already. I ponder where the first 2 days of this week went. Time, as illusionistic as…
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Are you still around?
I’m running in darkness calling out your name, listening for a response back. The black space that continues to fill the air fumes of acrylic paint. There, I see myself pouring grease over my own head as my eye lids struggle to open. It is my own doing. And so,…
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Do you feel the energy?
For the last 2 days, other than leaving to work, I’ve been bedridden. It’s not depression, I tell myself over and over again. It’s not sickness. Call it exhaustion, call it fatigued. Call it worn out. Yesterday, as discussed in yesterday’s post, was a solar eclipse. Specifically in Gemini. In…
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Some days are easier than others
Yesterday, wasn’t one of them. It disappoints me how one small thing can send me so easily down an endless spiral— Spiraling into the evening, into the night, into my sleep, into the next day. Today will be better than any other day because there only is this day, here…