‘Let your faith be bigger than your fear’!!
‘Let your faith be bigger than your fear’!!
When you’re feeling anxious (my case when not) a good idea is to take a time-out.
I’m not exactly certain to what extent this thought will affect me in coming days;
however, I feel the need to try something different.
In with the new – out with the old.
This week I spoke at length long-distance with my oldest granddaughter.
She hasn’t had an easy life since her Mother (my daughter) departed from Earth.
The month of June is tough for us as we experience an array of emotions unknown
and foreign to those who’ve never lost a parent or a child.
An interesting comment she made to me was in regard to ‘positivity toxicity’.
Here for years I’ve been reading self-help books and trying to understand people’s
actions and in the end feeling a bit numb.
Could it be possible that too much of a good thing isn’t exactly the most healthiest
I thought about her words.
Too much sodium isn’t good for high blood pressure patients; too much sugar isn’t
wise for a diabetic.
And I’m beginning to reflect on the possibility that trying to hard, caring too much,
reading and listening to comforting words does little to curb what I’ve been
experiencing on the inside these past years.
Words – words – words!!
Then I Googled ‘Toxic Positivity’ and found that ‘yes’ there is such a belief.
Defined as: an obsession with positive thinking, people should place a positive
spin on all experiences — even those profoundly tragic.
Wow – what an absurd thought pattern.
Atop the mountain view
Most worrisome cloud e’er knew
Golden years sad constant blacken
Plague negative sources ’bout happen
Majority folks petrified country dread
Cloud huge looms day-after-day overhead
Supermarket shelves items hard shoppers find
Thanks greedy humans playing card unkind
Schooling options hybrid versus remote online
Job loss everywhere large unemployment lines
Chaos, civil unrest amid considered life new norm
Masks requirement mandatory – optional gloves worn
Social distancing limit interaction family and friends
Weeks turn months – questionable period curse e’er end
Positive smiles worn hidden constant concerns fear
Await cell phone notification alert country fine – all clear
Morning sunshine bright
Departed prior noon hour
Gray clouds sky show now
Dismal afternoon forecast
Mood changer perpetuate
Today’s prompt: ‘beside me’
Anxiety encompasses me
Fear feel visually don’t see
Try remain calm and busy
Social media awareness updates
Seriousness pandemic issues relate
Interact TV ‘n social media sudden hate
Listen adult children’s conversational concerns
Follow pleasurable thoughts spoken summer plans
In ‘do-not resuscitate’ category age factor learn
Think how awful suffer then face last breath – die alone.
A good writer
An avid reader
Aft news gardener
Time it takes to sit and read
Methods world population proceed
Particles of media outdated chose weed
Tis hard to believe age matters
Those 60 or over Triage procedures
Italians no longer treated – poor elderly
Sadness worldwide grows
Amidst medical status quo
Threat worsens new week unfolds
Sufferer anxiety ‘n depression
Counterproductive thoughts lessen
Social media access with discretion
I wonder how many writers or perhaps how many times a writer has penned words
through tearful eyes.
I share little with regard to personal life. Friends and I often joke about the
response ‘Fine Thanks’ when asked the polite question: “How are you?”
I’ve been raked through the coals and only those who’ve walked the same path have
any knowledge of the stories.
I started blogging for therapeutic reasons and ‘yes’ it helped to put ‘some’ of those
feelings of heartbreak out there. I’ve kept the details private though with good reason.
Moving along I participated in challenges for fun and also to learn, learn and learn more.
Then along came the opportunity – a month long challenge – rough draft a novel.
My choice was totally out-of-the-box.
Daily I deal with GAD (Generalized Anxiety Disorder) and its’ friend Depression. Talk about illnesses that mess with one’s emotions.
I figured I had a dog’s chance of achieving my dream.
I grew dog-tired of going in circles and thought perhaps best to dog it period.
This morn I attended a local author’s presentation and Poetry reading. It was quite beneficial.
I reflected on her words:
2. Keep Trying
3. Celebrate Life
Could this combo be a heaven-sent message for me??
So without further adieu I’d like to share a picture of my favorite dog of the five dogs
that were part of my family. She’s a Lhasa Apso who was a family companion, loving
and attentive – slept beside me back when I was quite ill with a condition that took up
two paragraphs in a popular known set of encyclopedias.
Write story – label fiction
Branches social media
Who better become author
Tale atrocities earth mother
So tired of feeling victim
Resident emotional prison
Skirted answers – circumvention
Irked – abrupt stop therapy
Search ‘n find – felt the need
True facts plus lots research
Prior start endeavor seek solace God’s house – church.
Apologize total unaware
Understand now – too late
Years therapy – nowhere
Decade questions – answers
Powerless world advances
Intrusive thoughts – stomach churns.
Reminder emotional scars
Prison garb stripes black ‘n white
Strangers locked cells sleepless nights
Certain recepients good health care
Place free dental work dentures wear
Intrusive negative thoughts push away
Implants thou save dollars day after day
Many times think life for some so unfair
Uncontrollable facts unable mind e’er clear.