“I’d have to say the most anxiety-laden moment in a Black person’s experience at a predominantly White church is when the person in the pulpit says, “Turn and greet your neighbor and tell them you’re glad they’re here.”
Black person: Will they say hi? Will they look me in the eye? Will they shake my hand? Will they smile at me? Do they see me? Are they hoping I’ll not turn around? Do they know how petrified I am right now? Am I welcome here? Am I safe?”
“I don’t view depression as waves, at least not for me. My depression feels like white flakes in a snow globe and are activated when something shakes me to my core. I become the center and the space around me becomes my world, a world I cannot see. While blinded I…
I don’t view depression as waves, at least not for me. My depression feels like white flakes in a snow globe and are activated when something shakes me to my core. I become the center and the space around me becomes my world, a world I cannot see. While blinded I feel my swinging mood aiming for me like a gauntlet and I am the fool that has entered into it blind. No matter how hard I try, I simply cannot escape.
It has been 17 years since I found out about my birth mom and my sister. It has been 12 years since I tried to kill myself the first time. It has been 9 years since I found happiness again. Through those transitions I have relearned my depression. Through those years I have grown to accept it and myself.
People always want to fix things. Fix your smile so it looks just right, fix your attitude so it fits your new smile, and while we are at it let’s fix your past so you can finally move on. Depression? Take these meds, a few more pills. Lay back down on this couch… aren’t you comfortable yet? Tell me about your problems so I can tell you why they aren’t really issues. Let me know all your concerns so I can explain how you created them. Men and women in white coats scribbling your life away in a second. Trying to find the answers when we don’t even know the question.
Depression settles at the bottom. It never goes away. It never “finally leaves.” When happiness slams the door who is the first to notice and peep their head from waiting closet? Who knows just the right words to whisper in your ear so that you question the answers you once had?
Feelings come like a shaking sun and all you can do is stand there in your crystal prison and wait.
If you are an Origami Owl collector – you have everything that Origami Owl has came out with – this is for you. If you’re just learning about Origami Owl Custom Jewelry – you’re in for a treat! – AND this is for you
These 4 charms are the September customer special. The corn stalk, the scarecrow, the pumpkin and the crystals!! Take your fall jewelry looks to the next level.
If don’t wear jewelry- you can still get these and put them in a locket and wear it on your keychain or use the stick it locket and put it on your phone or fridge.
You want to add these to your collection for sure!
Well she will definitely win with this kind of support…
Photo battles are supposed to be fought with honor, like jousting for coins! Boo! LoL 😒 -OM
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I went out on a limb again (hand, foot, leg and pinky this time) and asked some of my favourite bloggers if they might like to answer a few more of those burning questions we’re all thinking about. Because yes, the above question (and the others coming up in the next few weeks) were all sourced from you. So I must say, once again, thank you for the inspiration!
Today I’m bringing up the subject of trolling. You may have noticed there exists an online ‘code’ that dictates we should: never respond to the trolls ever!! EVER!! In some circumstances, yes, I completely agree (unless you enjoy a good verbal spar) but some people think you should also never even address the trolls.
Well… I decided to blog about trolling for three reasons, namely 1) to show other bloggers that they aren’t alone, 2) to let the trolls know they were