Mental illness, doesn’t prevent people from experiencing miracles. In fact, in my case, I can observe the trigger and how it ends as miraculous. PTSD really does have my back, but it takes my sanity too. Yet it leaves me with a view to my present and a go into my future. Who would have thought?
I often get inspiration from God. It comes in the form of doodles, words, or deed. These chapters are a BIG PRAY. 🙏🏼 The kind that I know the meaning, but some may be guessing.
It’s not my intention to hide or be subtle. The words and images make their way to Internetverse… This doodle expresses how we can easily hurt each other by words or deeds, or both.
It’s so easy to stay suck in pain. Our personal pain, collective pain, and physical/emotional pain. Pain. That’s not an excuse to continue on that path. How to get out of it? Tons of inner work. Talking it out with people we trust. Therapy. It is a decision. Not a choice. Though tons of choices seem obvious, they’re merely crossroads for excuses.
How will you decide to handle your pain? Whatever it is, you/we aren’t experiencing our humanity alone on this planet. Remember, we are made of God’s fabric. You are light and love.
It’s like a bold move to draw a line, but it takes on its own life, and grows curves. An attempt to bend, but colors dictate every stroke. Until you’re left to helplessly blend and bleed. Many blessings, 🙏🏼 Sandi – O’vehlu
Yikes… A Saturday full of weirdness. Add that to emotional growth and healing and you have a bruised heart. Maybe a mind too? I very rarely write in color. Today seems to be one of those days that you simply don’t know if you’re up, down, sideways, or laid out.
Bandaged, but not damaged.
I can’t seem to stress enough to my ego – you don’t control.
… Anything. Every breath I take isn’t mine. It’s oxygen every living energetic particle/molecule breathes. It’s the earth telling us, ‘yes, you can be here. I will breathe with you’. I’m honored to be a part of that process. To be able to live, because I can breathe. Yet, life is in, and of itself, a painful process. But God/universe/spirit/higher power, etc., has a sense of humor.
There are appears to be a fire burning in the small village where I live. It seems to have burned homes around us. I heard sirens, but it didn’t occur to me that me and my family could be burned up in an odd freak inferno, to be continued…
As I sit here writing this. It’s like, ‘well, ok, another problem on my list’. I’m not afraid of dying. I’m afraid of not having lived my purpose. My path. I think I’ll just end it here in case I need to quickly pack my animals and family and drive off into the sunset.