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It has been awhile…

Silence has led to a slow burn lesson on so many levels. Surprisingly, I woke a few nights with words spilling out of my mind. It has been a very long time since that has happened. Here is one, of two, unpolished for a reason. Imperfect speaks volumes…

Choose me

Not because you’re bored, or

because I fit you like a

worn pair of sneakers…

Choose me because “We” make

the adventures of a lifetime possible

– a choice that excites-

hearts galloping, minds racing, while

settling at the same time,

peacefully.

When cotton candy skies and

morning dew surrender to the

blistering phoenix of high noon; alone, I

hover, to contemplate the fall to dusky

solitude and silent shadow.

Rather, I choose you.

@jenkress

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⭐️🍀Lá Fhéile Pádraig sona daoibh. 🍀⭐️

Famine Statues of Dublin Ireland ©️ Ron Cogswell​
The Famine Statues, Dublin

Dublin

Wandering the docklands of the river Liffey,

She searches for familiar faces in strangers.

Sunrise burns through fog, a hovering blanket

turned back to rustle the early morning calm.

Dubliners and gadabouts do mingle lazily.

She darts and twirls in her feeble quest.

Then a hushed whisper, a phantom voice calling;

she spins, eyes straining for a familiar face. But alas,

in haste she dizzily trips against the steely guardrail.

The pain of her bruises drips tears from her lashes.

A gusting wind tosses her curls, marring her view.

Where, oh where can they be? A bump and a stumble,

a murmured utterance ‘Oh tá bron orm, tá bron orm!’.

She is sad.

Now she stoops to retrieve her gift package.

Pretty and wrapped in glorious green ribbon.

But passersby indifference gleams upon their shoes

a myriad of shapes and colours reflecting sunlight.

She lies there sobbing, her forlorn face in tears.

More bumps and knocks amid the bustle.

This time she is on her knees.

Worse still her gift is jostled and knocked for six

by a stranger’s fleeting steel toe boot.

All scuffed and torn, her precious benefaction

finds restful sanctuary at the well worn bare feet

of bronze cast scrawny Famine statues.

Stark statuesque stares of her ancestors keening,

Agape and staring in mournful monologue,

pleading the age old history of Irish emigrants

Today, the muted cry of mercy still rings true.

Weariness takes hold as she winds her way through,

scattered downcast images of the past abide.

Each plodding step draws her closer

to the reason for her homecoming.

It’s in her blood.

And then, at last, the vision of angelic blue eyes

a child’s face framed by golden curls of fire,

the cuteness of pudgy porcelain white hands,

and the mirrored smile of her mother.

There they stand, her long awaited couplet,

Poet lover and their child.

She has come full circle.

Copyright © JenKress

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You’re not weak if you ask for help

Sometimes admitting that youre not okay is the hardest thing you can do, BUT, it is the first and biggest step to getting better. I am revisiting this post and feeling every word to the bone…. #itsokaytonotbeokay #startingover #eyesonthehorizon #thesunriseneverlies

Anyone else feel alone and abandoned today? Friday is supposed to be Yay! Day…. I cant be bothered with it and actually feel I could bite the hand that tried to hug me…. So, I revisited this post yet again. Every word stings like saltwater in a new paper cut. #yourenotalone #askforhelp #dontgiveup

Waking up to darkness is real… thoughts crowding your mind of why bother and is it worth it… misgivings about every aspect of your life, questioning every success like each is a traitor, nodding hello at every failure as if each is a familiar good friend… last night I was a warrior. This morning, I feel like a tangled ball of useless frustration. A failure not worth the fight. It would feel better to just get back in the box… Facing myself in the mirror was the first step. Shedding a few tears in the shower where no one could hear me was the second. Facing myself again in the mirror and reminding myself that I am worthy and appreciated, even if its by only one person was the third step. And getting dressed, having breakfast and facing my day was the last… life goes on. Chin up. #thestruggleisreal #anxietyawareness #sadness #depressionawareness #ptsdawarenessmonth #itsokaynottobeokay #bethebestversionofyou

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You. Are. Not. Broken!

Some mornings it takes an extremely early start, the vestiges of a brutal migraine and the exhaustion of physical therapy for a shoulder injury to remind me that physical scars (my body carries many that ache all the time) are exactly this… a reminder that I am alive and have survived a few hellish surgeries and three natural childbirths without any drugs. If I can get through all of that, I can survive the day-to-day pains. Physical pain is an obstacle to achieving your best self. Emotional pain, sadness, depression, anxiety – you have to think that these are obstacles to achieving your best self as well. To achieve your goal of being the best version of yourself that you can be, you can work towards it physically with exercise, but you can also exercise your mind. You don’t have to give in to the anxiety and the PTSD and the darkness. You are not broken; you are a work in progress! Just as you are conditioned to doing reps of squats or pushups or even running, you can repeat reps of positivity pressups and joyful jump squats by making lists of things you are thankful for, and what your positive goals are that you are working towards every day, and what brings you joy.

Repeat these things to yourself out loud in the mirror in the morning, write them on post its and put them in places you’ll see them throughout the day to remind you not to give in to the negative and the dreary thoughts. Make an effort to conquer your goals every day and remember, every day is a new day and the only easy day was yesterday. Work just that much harder tomorrow to make that new start and find your joy! Grow from every experience, from every failure and become the success you see yourself to be!


Repost from @22untilnone

Stick this on post it notes all over your house. You. Are. Not. Broken. You are a survivor! Survivors aren’t weak, and its not weak to admit you’re dealing with the fall out of a traumatic experience. Healing takes time, so give yourself some grace.

#mentalhealthmatters#physicalhealthmatters#stressmanagement#anxietyawareness#ptsdawareness#positiveaffirmations#beyourbestself

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Do not suffer in silence.

It is always okay to ask for help. Not long ago, I had someone ask me if I was okay. I hardly knew this person, but he recognised the signs as he was a combat veteran. Just the fact that he took the time to reach out, to ask after my well-being, was enough for me to check myself. To know that if I ever needed a safe space, someone to talk to that I didn’t have before, someone I don’t know but who has been there, someone who recognises the signs and doesn’t judge me for what I suffer from… it makes EVERY DIFFERENCE. Please know It’s Not Too Weak To Speak. 🙏🏻#itsokaytonotbeokay #askforhelp #PTSDawareness #suicideprevention #giveofyourself #breakthestigma #nevergiveup #mentalhealthawareness @mission_22 @stopsoldiersuicide @getheadstrong @havokjournal @mangang_uk #itsnottooweaktospeak