I like posting quotes regarding mental health, because I feel like many of us struggle and it is not talked about enough. We often don’t pay enough attention to our mental health. This is a friendly reminder to do something for yourself this week. Breathe and take it one step at a time. Sometimes, the dawning of a new day, does let you reset when you need to. Anxiety always tells us things are worse than they are.
Take care of yourself this week!
We are home with a chocolate lab who is recovering from TPLO surgery, and work is picking up at the University while the semester is nearing its end. It’s my first full cycle (fall and spring together) and I can’t believe I’ve almost been on my new job for 10+ months!
Life keeps plugging on, but don’t forget to take time for yourself. (Example: I deliberately take a day off every 6-8 weeks to get my hair recolored.) A healthy mental health is so important and something we tend to ignore like it’s just going to get better. I am currently trying new medication and while enduring the side effects is not awesome, I’m already starting to see results. Like, is this how it feels to not feel some form of worry 100% of the time?! It’s crazy.
I hope everyone has an awesome week! Almost May!!
i have this fear
i die alone
i push people away
the judgement
she’s so selfish
he’s not perfect
i pluck them out
like hairs on a head
floating with doubts
and insecurities
Happy Tuesday! I am pivoting and trying something new. I am now going to post (lord willing) Monday and Tuesday mornings, and Thursday afternoon around 1pm.
On Mondays look for some Monday motivation in the form of a quote either about conquering the week, writing or mental health. Most likely…I’ll post a lot about mental health.
Additionally, I’d like to post on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Tuesday mornings look for a poem. (With the exception of today, which I’ll post about 1pm today.)
Thursday afternoons could be a poem, an update about the blog, my day, the writing process…what have you. We’ll call Thursdays miscellaneous day, hah.
I hope everyone has a great week! 🙂
the space in between
adulting
for others
and adulting
for yourself
self love
is an alone journey
table of one
solo mission
operation love thyself
because
no one else will
all that is said that ever was
thinking about it just because
and all the stuff I cannot change
the unimportant or really strange
it’s drifting by like rolled-up news
it’s dirty gray and overused
the stuff that hasn’t happened yet
recycled things I can’t forget
It’s amazing how a cafeteria smell
Will instantly take you back
The way it smells like broccoli cheddar soup. Like cheese but with a funk
Only 20 seconds
And the anxiety flashes back
High school anxiety. And middle school anxiety.
Standing in line forever to get food
If you kept your head down, the kids that were lewd, that were cruel, left you alone, rushing to eat
Difficult to swallow when your heart is pounding
Choking down chicken and gravy
That sticks to your throat like plaster
Or a doughy pizza that’s okay. Thank God for Pepperoni
Then you got the years Michelle Obama tried to make us eat healthy, and everything palatable (fries and cookies) were taken away and replaced my wheat rolls that looked and tasted like cardboard
What will we eat now?
It was okay with friends
It was safe there
Laughing and creating together
But on my own, I felt anxiety about a crowd
A teenage boy loves an easy mark
Especially someone so gullible
Innocent, naive, and unaware of the world
A 16 year old should have been more aware
Should have been not so afraid
I didn’t know how to be
Every day was fight or flight
And mom would be instantly there. To make it all better
My poetry book Walking in Cemeteries is now available for purchase on Amazon.
Walking in Cemeteries https://a.co/d/91pHMJ3
This has been a project that I started this summer, and is a culmination of ten+ years of poetry from different stages of my life. To say that I am simply proud is an understatement. 🤗❤️
I am appreciating the outdoors today and the sunshine, even though it’s pretty cold outside! It’s as if Bob Ross were here painting all his happy little trees…
Mike took this picture on our walk today. This up and down weather is taking its toll on the small streams and canals in the area. There’s been some flooding from blockages from ice floes.
I somehow caught pink-eye over the weekend; and the handle to my driver’s side door snapped off when I tried to open my frozen car door last night, but I am choosing to remain positive. Was actually a great triumph for me to laugh about it, instead of let my anxiety take over.
Plus, I’m inside and warm, and that always helps, too. Hope everyone has a great Sunday and keep safe out there!
Happy Writing all!
A. J. Morse 