Slight Shift

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Let me just start by saying:

I am not crazy.

Happy Monday and all that… I have been reading and watching a lot of books, articles, and videos about the Law of Attraction because I feel like something is holding me back. Well, it turns out, I’m right. There is something holding me back:

Me.

Now, I am taking steps to shift my thinking: slight, deliberate steps and already see things changing. A girl gave me a book about it over ten years ago and I had chucked it on my I’ll never read this pile.

Now, I am reading it like it is the map to the Ark of the Covenant… and it kind of feels that way.  I am excited about life every day.

I’ve tried talking to a few people about this, and most look at me as if a second head is literally sprouting from my ear. Maybe there is?

All those annoying quotes about life being what you make it, I think therefore I am, I am what I hang around, etc., well, it turns out it is all true. And I am thrilled to know more and more people each day that are hopping on this train. I can’t imagine what the world would be like if everyone followed their bliss.

Shift your perception.

It would be heaven on earth.

Just follow your bliss.

 

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Rapid Release

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Yesterday was the first day that I let go

Today is the first that no one will know

How did I get from there to here

How did it all just disappear

A rapid release, like a blur in the dark

All around me cold and stark

Where is my crystal mountain?

Where is all that they said I done?

Never was never forever for me

That’s just something I wish you could see

There’s always that tinge of self-respect

Drowned out black by self-regret

Today I’ll remember this stark, cold rhyme

As I walk that final cold, red line

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About Suicide Thoughts

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**I found this post while cleaning out my document folder. I wrote it four years ago and assume I did so because I had recently lost someone and I questioned my own mortality. **

Why People That Commit Suicide Don’t Talk About It Beforehand

I am terrified to share this, because of the stigma associated with people that attempt or commit suicide, hell, people who even think about suicide.  However, I am going to because I had a very dark moment last night that I believe only God helped me out of.  Only God because I was alone in my basement.  People don’t talk about this shit because they are embarrassed.  They don’t talk about it because they are afraid they will be laughed at, made fun of or worse yet, called a psycho and told to “get help.”

We all know someone who committed suicide.  Tragically sad, it’s true.  We sit and we think, “Why didn’t we know how they felt?”  “Why didn’t they reach out?”  “How could they do this?”

I’ll tell you why.  Because during the grey moments before the darkness consumes; before the shadows engulf the eternally depressed, We Did Reach Out.

We complained a lot.  We were sad a lot.  Or maybe even we were a little too happy.  We tried to talk about how we felt, but no one wanted to hear about it.  They were either too busy or they judged.

“Stop being stupid.”  “Don’t be an asshole – grow up.”  “You have so much to live for.  Just be happy.”

Or there is the whole: “Everyone feels like that.”  “Oh, you’ll be fine.” “Suck it up, buttercup.”

There is a subtle, consuming darkness before the thought that “I seriously cannot think of one goddamn reason to be on this Earth” hits a person.

There is that complete darkness – literal and virtual – that we sit in and we actually begin steps to take our own life.  We yell, we cry and sob – We beg God to help us.  We do this alone, maybe in the basement while our loved ones sleep upstairs, clueless.

Some of us get a fleeting moment, a millisecond in time of rational thinking – some of us do not get that sliver of hope. Some of us write notes because there is no other way to communicate, some of us do not because we have no idea what to say. And quite frankly, they didn’t want to hear it in the first place, so what is the point of a note, really?

I mean… fucking really.

So, maybe we go to the ‘shrink’ and we talk about our shit for a while and the only solution they come up with is, “You are (fill in the blank).  Here, start this medication and come back in a month.  We’ll see how you’re feeling then. And oh yeah, don’t forget the $50. co-pay.”

Or we go to the shrink and they nod the whole time we talk and they hand us a piece of paper with bullet points on it.

Or we go to the shrink and it’s so goddamn expensive it comes down to “Electric Bill or Mental Health?”

We have really exhausted every option and all we want is to be heard. We need someone to just shut the fuck up and listen.

So maybe the next time someone you know (whether you are very close or not so close) seems to be acting different or is sad (maybe for the 13th time in 3 weeks) or really happy (too happy?), ask what’s on their mind and really mean it.  Sit and listen; don’t judge.

You might just save that person’s life.

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Abrupt End to Negativity

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I have been studying Abraham Hicks and Rhonda Byrne and all of the other greats regarding manifesting and centering on my well being and I have to say, it is helping me a lot. This has been four days in a row now that I have kept my cool and centered myself in times of challenge, and in times of challenge, I mean driving in rush hour traffic. Okay, so other areas as well, but with an hour long drive (one way) to work each day, it was getting annoying and now I have figured out a way to just let shit be what it is and detach from the outcome.

I am also learning that my energy is a direct reason for the shit that surrounds me. I know that might sound preposterous to some, but for me, it is working. I can’t say that I never feel any type of negative emotion, but I am learning how to let it pass through me instead of camping out in my being.

Today is May 2nd and although I started this new journey in April, I am counting each day in May to see how I feel on May 31.

I passed both my classes in school, so now I only need six more credits to get my Associate’s in Art.

I can now dedicate my time to writing my fourth book while going over edits for my first one.

I am excited about life! ❤ Have a wonderful day! There is a poem below.

Abrupt

You left without a look

As you spoke without a word

Twisted and tormented

I seized the moment 

Screamed your name

Hopped inside your soul

Together we can fall

Into this or nothing at all

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