Hello freedom writers, today blog is one that I am proud of because I am a nominee of the Liebster Award. I am grateful that the blogging community find my writings interesting and intriguing. My nomination comes by way of a brilliant blogger who just happen to be my spiritual sister Latisha.
Hello all you wizards of words, I am honored to be nominee of the Versatile Blogger Award nominated by my east coast sister and brilliant blogger Catherine aka @irishgirl692. I am truly blessed to have such support from the blogging community and truly blessed to have such a strong and beautiful person such as Catherine in our blogging community. She’s truly is a champion. Check out Catherine award winning blog “Shatter The Silence” and follow her on social media and don’t forget to subscribe.
Thank you Catherine for being the beautiful soul and sharing your story.
Hello all you masters and mistress of words, here we are again on the mass shooting merry-go-round. This time America got a triple. Two mass shootings within hours of each other and a week from the Gilroy Garlic Festival shooting. I’m not going to give a lecture on the importance of gun control because if you read this blog, you’ll see that this debate has been going since the 1966 starting with the shooting at University of Texas.
This blog showcast many of the heartbreaking mass shootings from Columbine to the most tragic Sandy Hook. I often ask the question “how many people have to die before our Government will act. With each administration taking to social media giving a heartfelt condolences, no one bothers to actually come up with more stricter gun laws to prevent more mass shootings.
No trouble individual should has such easy access to guns. Maybe its up to us to take action to help prevent another loss.
Hello all masters of words, I normally start my blogs or short stories with some clever catchphrase but I decided to take a different approach because this subject is a touchy given the right conditions, can be a trigger for my manic-depressive state aka my “chum”. I am like most women, I enjoy watching daytime television specifically talk shows but as I get deeper into watching I notice the all women panel engaging in relentless bickering and rude nasty behavior. Watching this type of behavior is very stressful. I got to thinking with all the hatred and petty fights is the value of sisterhood over?
Hello my fellow Kings and Queens of the blogging/writing community, it’s with great pleasure to announce my nomination for the “Sunshine Blogger Award”. I want to thank Miss Vanessa aka “The Wellbeing Blogger” for her consideration thinking of me for this award. Here are some fun facts about Vanessa, beside being a brilliant blogger, her blogs are internationally known. Vanessa has been blogging since the tender age of twelve. Vanessa offers online life coaching sessions and workshops. She’s a beast on social media always positive, interactive and giving the best advice. For more information on Vanessa please click the links and don’t forget to subscribe.
Uncontrollable thoughts I have many of them. I’m a manic-depressive, what do you expect. These thoughts seem to come out of nowhere causing great distress. I find myself at the of the pen staring at pages of lists I created out of nowhere and for no apparent reasons. It’s quite stressful trying to organize my chaotic thoughts. My pattern is always the same which I found to be strangely ironic. I will start an idea write it down spend time on it then lose interest. When I go back I feel there’s nothing to go back too just a bunch of blah, blah. Sometimes I can’t keep things straight. I feel like my head is a cork-board filled with thousands post-it-notes. Every note is a piece of a puzzle I’m trying to put together. Once the puzzle is complete I now have to find away to express these thoughts to the outside world in away that is healthy. The stress is unbearable I’m thrown into a world that is dark with no light at the end of the tunnel. All my thoughts are lost in the sea of nameless void prompting me to start all over. I really need to STOP and PAUSE because this adds to my stress level and heavens knows we do not need anything else adding to the state of confusion I already feel.
Call me nuts that’s okay as they say a nut a day keeps the insane sane. My behavior shows a level of difference for I am not the same as all of you. It’s in the mind, my mind running thousand miles a minute shuffling through every idea analyzing every thought. It takes me time to catch up but don’t worry I will catch up. In this world my nuttiness is normal, here in this world everything I do makes sense. It’s only when I’m around this table do I see the dark. My soul is intact, my verbal skills doesn’t lack the need to be expressive. All my senses are alive and well thank you for asking. I’m not sure if it’s the meds or just a good day but what ever this is I hope it stays. I enjoy the feeling of controlled nuttiness.
A world without your love is the world I find myself dwelling in. The lights were turned off when you closed your eyes forever. Alone here in the darkness I wait for you in my dreams. In anticipation seeing your beautiful face. Longing to hear your soft voice whisper those beautiful three words “I Love You”. I live in this world cold cruel and dead without your kind touch, without your encouragement. I don’t want to stay in this world without you anymore. I want to be where you are, dancing in your light. I want to stay in this light embraced in your loving arms within your unconditional love only a mother can give.
This short is inspired by my Mother who was special tough lady. Every year on my birthday she would say “And what does this St. Patty Day girl want for birthday dinner?” The answer is always the same; fried chicken, mashed potatoes, string beans and yellow cake with chocolate icing. Wanting and getting are two different things in our household. I always ended up getting corn beef, cabbage, cornbread and Carmel cake. My mother knew I’m not a fan of corn beef and cabbage. I use to get so angry with her but now I wish I could have that dinner one more time with her smile. My mother who bravery is unmatched. Who had the courage to stand tall in a world that try to make her small. She’s one of a kind.
I honestly don’t know what to say. I don’t have any clever words of wisdom nothing but just feeling numb. I’m not particularly sad but I’m not happy either. Last week was a living nightmare and the energy that was drained from my body had taken a heavy toll on me. So much is going on in my world my job situation, my writing, my future all this is weighting heavy on my mind. It’s like the twilight zone has taken hold of my body throwing me in an ongoing loop of noise filled numbness.
Just recently a really good friend of mine well more like a champion informed me that our thirty year high school reunion is happening this August. He asked if I was plan on going. I paused then responded with I don’t know. It’s always difficult task going back to high school. I can imagine it’s a tough time for most but for me it was my living hell nightmarish prison that I thought I would never escape. The anxiety of getting to school was a nightmare. I spent four years with a bunch of miserable assholes who pride themselves on being assholes becoming the target of many vicious attacks. My four years were spent dodging bullets, ducking hand grenades and digging deep trenches to hide in. Why on earth would I want to volunteer to spend one evening reliving that?