Tag: <span>mental health</span>

Sometimes it feels like my INNER PEACE is under attack. Inner peace is important, not only does it feel good, but for me, it’s also the starting point for a good life and extraordinary success.

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First, the song found me. What an interesting melody. The voice and the tempo, are all very distinctive. Then I stumbled over the poem and it spoke to me. I suppose that’s how blogging works sometimes. First, you don’t know what to write about, you want to skip a day or two, and then a post comes together about a subject you didn’t feel about writing -yet you do it anyway because now you just have to.

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I recently read a quote from the actor Denzel Washington, which most likely does not come from him at all. It doesn’t matter who said or wrote that, but he or she speaks from my heart. “With so many things coming back in style, I can’t wait until morals, respect, and intelligence become a trend again.” 

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As if all muscles were immersed in acid. Like the moment when you step into the void on a staircase in the dark, like a fall into the depths, only inside. Like tiredness that soaks the air. Like “Run!”, but you don’t know where to go, there’s nothing you could or want to run to, and besides, you’re too weak for that. Like a deep moan between the hectic breaths, like a need to sit down now that doesn’t stop, even if you’ve been sitting down for a long time.

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I Haven't Forgot I Just Can't Remember Winnie the Pooh | Winnie the Pooh  Meme on ME.ME

How could a simple question throw me into such a turmoil? “What did you have for breakfast?” my husband wanted to know and my brain went totally blank. “Did I have breakfast?” Yes, I am sure I did, probably a green smoothie or maybe a gluten-free toast with a slice of Italian prosciutto, the cheap brand from Aldi’s.

But I couldn’t remember. As hard as I tried, nothing came up.

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I stopped spitting fire. I am lost for words, I don’t even know what to say anymore.

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There was a time in my life, when I thought about the past a lot. I sat there for hours, days and weeks, trying to find the answers to all the questions that I had. I wanted answers and explanations about many things that had happened in my life, but most of all about my parents. I was convinced that many things would be different, if my past would have been different.

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