Saying Good-Bye for Peace and Happiness

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Being deceived or taken advantage of by a friend that is trusted and loved is hard to forget or forgive, especially when that event caused life-long trauma.  And to make matters worse, when that friend refuses to admit to the deception and just overlooks the occasion altogether, the hurt is magnified.  The best revenge is that there can be happiness and joy along with peace despite the hurt.

First of all,  I have decided that if she cannot admit to her faults and essentially has lied to me for years, I do not need that type of influence or standard of behavior/principles in my life.  It’s time for me to surround myself with people who value me and my feelings.  I no longer need fake ideals and people in my life.  Life becomes much less dramatic and peace evolves when the chaos is quieted.

I have always been told and read that we should treat people the way we want to be treated.  Having compassion and empathy is one of the major components involved in this statement.  Without compassion and caring for another person and seeing their hurt, I would find it hard to live honestly and at face value.  I don’t want kind words and flattery.  That does not impress me or make me like you anymore, or cover the hurt of devastating actions.  It is honesty and compassion that impresses me.

I know that God works in ways that are beyond what I will ever understand.  I have faith that whatever unfolds in life is part of God’s plan – whether it is good or bad.  It is how we respond to our circumstances and how we treat people that matters.  I praise God for His plan and pray that He continues to help me to walk in such a way that pleases Him.  I want His Holy Spirit and His words to guide me.  And I pray that I am never fake or try to impress people.  He has given me the quality of honesty.  This is not to say that I have never told a lie.  But believe me, I have the hardest time lying and I am VERY bad at it!  But I think that this quality makes me a real person, and I thank Him for it.

I forgive this person (and others) for doing what they did that caused so much harm to my psyche to this very day.  PTSD is a hard thing to work through, and it bears on one’s soul, and pops it head out at the most unexpected times.  I actually feel sorry for her that she does not have the courage or integrity to tell the truth.  Yet I do know that the immediate release and peace I felt when I cut her out of my life is something that I continue to want in my life.  And there is no reason that I need to continue in a relationship that is bad for my well-being.

So I say good-bye!

 

 

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Through My Mother’s Eyes

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She saw me…  as a beautiful woman filled with a caring heart and compassionate soul.

She saw me…  with an abundance of kindness for others.

She saw me…  as filled with laughter and a glow from within.

She saw me…  as a mother who loved her children unconditionally.

She saw me…  as a loving wife that gave to her husband without reserve and with her                                 whole being.

She saw me…  as a strong woman who fought to maintain a healthy state of mind.

She saw me…  with a smile for those who needed her.

She saw me…  as a worthy being that contributed to the wholeness of her circle with                                    kindness and a spirit of honesty.

She saw me…  as a loving daughter that gave all of herself in the care of her parents.

She blessed me with the ability to care for and honor myself in the journey ahead with faith and a hope for happiness, laughter, and lasting memories to come.

I will honor her by continuing to be who and what she taught me to be.

My mother, my friend, my angel and guide.

Forever my love.

 

 

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The Joy of a Fresh Start

 

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The drizzle is coming down while the sun remains shining brightly.  The beauty of the day has started.  There are so many possibilities.  What will the day hold?

I’m up early and enthusiastic with the upcoming activities.  I’m working on my new craft room, and excited about rearranging, building, and making a beautiful space.  There will be so many activities to choose from.  This is a new beginning to having an endless array of items and activities of picking out my coping skills at my fingertips.

The room will be bright and cheerful.  Favorite items will be within reach.  Perhaps even my care plan will be made into a piece of art.  Why not?

Excitement is building.  I’m happy about redoing a new guest/granddaughter’s room.  Decorating has always been a passion for me.  Creating is fun and joyful as well.

The environment is waiting for the springtime to be introduced into it.  New bright pillows and curtains, fresh stenciling, painting in the rooms to be done.  The newness of the air and temperature is persuading me to begin and move forward.  I feel the joy starting to flow.

Spring is abounding all around!  Take a deep inhalation, and feel the motivation.  I’m ready!!!

 

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Serene Joyful Peace

With the upcoming of first, Mother’s Day and then Father’s Day, I thought that it was an appropriate time to repost this.

The Journey of Peace and Happiness

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I was working in my garden today weeding and plucking out the new growth.  As I worked throughout the afternoon, I was amazed that I had three beautiful white butterflies frolicking around me all the time that I was out there.  I have always felt the presence of my mother with butterflies, and that continues to this day.  And seeing the way these fluttering friends danced around with one another in the sunshine gave me a serene joyful peace.  It is days like this and appreciating the true heartfelt lift of joy that I am able to attain when thinking of deeply missed loved ones that makes days like this full of God’s grace.  I know that it is with this joyful peace that they will forever be a part of my life.

I recently felt the beauty of a song that lifted my soul entitled “Bittersweet” by the Zac…

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Panic

 

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It was that all familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach that twisted about and tightened up my gutt.  My breathing became heavier and increased in frequency.  The need to take deep breaths and blow out (subconsciously at first) became evident.  My heart rate increased and began pounding in my chest.  It was almost as if I was lost in a moment in time and could not see anything around me.  The pounding began in my ears – almost like a swishing that went along with my heart.  A tightening pain started to creep up the back of my neck into the base of my skull.  Hyperventilation would ensue, then panic and chaos was all that was left.  Sometimes even pleading for help from someone would be an end result.  Ultimate fear and inner unease scream within my being.  Tears and loss of reasoning ability would be all that was left.  The psychological exhaustion would grip my whole being, and eventual recovery would come slowly.

It gets better.  You’re not alone!  Reach out for support.

 

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Do Not Accept Less

 

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Never let someone let you feel insignificant or unworthy.  You are not less than anyone.  You are a caring, loving, empathic human being that loves others and cares for them.  Do not allow someone to bring you down and make you feel like your selfish.  Because, of all things, selfish is NOT in your character.

Hold your head up high and be who you are – a compassionate, loving human being.  You deserve the respect and love you give out.  Do not accept less than that!  Do not allow someone to disrespect you and make you feel less beautiful in spirit than you are.  Walk in the light of God and keep the straight path.

 

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That Beautiful Silver Cross

 

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The silver cross hangs from my car mirror.  On it is inscribed, ‘I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me’.  How often I read those words and prayed for strength after first, my mother’s diagnosis with multiple myeoloma – then her fall down my stairs while on Coumadin (blood thinner) and the flight from New Hampshire to Mass General with the diagnosis of a prominent brain bleed.  She at that time was given four hours to live.  Mom lived almost another year, and given the opportunity to enjoy her family.

The couple of months one to two times a day driving into Boston to see mom in the ICU was wearing to my spirit.  Also managing my medications and stress level was important, along with counseling sessions.  Life was full, but so focused on stress and life and death.  It was a crazy time.

Though staring at me while in my car so often hung that cross with the perfect verse to maintain my sanity and strength through those times, till long after that time when I was caring for my mom in my home.  It was so very difficult to care for mom, but I would do that over in a heartbeat.  I learned so much about the strength of love during that time.  And we became the best of friends.

That cross still hangs from my mirror, and that promise from God still inspires me.  Because I know without fault that God will strengthen me and I CAN do all things through Christ.  Thanks to you God!!

Leaving It In The Past and Peaking Around The Corner

 

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Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) can be such a debilitating disorder.  It can be one traumatic event that causes fear for the rest of one’s life; or it can be years of repeated attacks to the soul that sparks episodes of recall, fear, depression, or anxiety.  The depths of the attack to one’s spirit is intense and forever relevant with hair-raising episodes of fear, elevating periods of a pounding pulse and startling fast paced breathing.  It is not a disorder that is easily overcome or forgotten, if ever.

For me, I realized that just reading in my journal the full recollection of a traumatic event caused me to become depressed.  I was not so much depressed that I could not function, but my mind was saying  “put the brakes on, I don’t want this to impact me again”.  I could either be on alert or put the brakes on.  The recent recollection slowed me down and unconsciously I said “NO”.  I don’t want to feel this again.

Due to my PTSD I realized that I have to take a break from reading my journals from years past.  I will go back to it eventually, but now it is time to be present and in the moment.  I, of course, don’t live back in those days.  My life now is fulfilling and ever-changing.  Each day is a new adventure.  I’m looking forward to what’s around the corner.

Healing With Ink On The Page

 

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My writing and thoughts were disconnected.  One thought ran into another, or worse yet – the thoughts that came out one after another had no reasoning to be with each other at all.  The writing was scribbles and yelling on the page.  I couldn’t get my perspective back into order.  Then all of a sudden, I began to write the depths of my fears on the page.  I began to blurt out the whole memory from the beginning.  My writing evened out and became more legible with each thought of the horrible memory that I began putting down in ink.  Somehow my writing of these memories were cathartic.  Somehow I found my voice!

I Wish That I Was As Strong As I Look

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A familiar theme in my past journals is that I wish I was as strong as I look.  It seems unimaginable that I could keep my emotions of fear (or anything for that matter) hid so deep inside.  I can still do that at some times, but I work on being healthier and letting those feelings out – and to talk about them.  I have had the ability to have a pounding heart and be filled with anxiety, yet still appear relaxed to the point that others around me feel more relaxed due to my calm presence.  But the healthier part of me now says release those emotions.  Talk to someone.  Pray!

Prayer helps so much and releases a lot of my burden.  I put my feelings and all of the future actions into God’s hands.  It’s a beautiful thing.  And to remember that I’m never alone is so peaceful to my spirit.  There have been times that I’ve said, “Who can I call?  Who can I talk to?”  Then I realize God is always available.  And I pray.  And peace overcomes me.