~OMG!!! 300 Post & 300+ Followers!!!~

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Good Morning All!!!   I have literally been blown away since I turned on my laptop this morning to see 300 + Followers, after 300 posts.  Heck, I was thrilled on November 20, 2017, when I hit 200.  
I am sincerely humbled and full of gratitude to all of you that have followed me, and/or just started to follow me.  I am so touched, Thank You from the bottom of my heart.
When I first began my bog back in September 2016, I hadn’t had a clue as to what I was doing.  The only thing I wanted to do was share my story about Mental Health Awareness and breaking the stigma that surrounds it.  When I look back at those first entries, I shudder at how my writing was so utterly choppy and how stiff I was back then.  
It wasn’t until this past September 2017, that I started reading “The Perfectly Imperfect Bunch” posts, and my world opened up.  Nitesh, Grabbety, Pradita, and Kelley (just to name a few), enlightened me with writing advice, and many, many suggestions to tweak and improve my writing techniques.  Soon, I was accepted into this fine “Bunch.”
I still take my Mental Health Awareness part of my blog very seriously but opened up and expanded to what I also love to do which is writing poems, prose, and sharing my everyday life with you.
All the people I follow are an inspiration to me as well.   Good Lord, if I were to list all of you…  I think WordPress would turn me off.  The stories you have shared, the courage, strength, positive attitudes, perseverance, and yes, sorrow has made me feel closer to each of you.  It grows harder every day when I am trying to read each entry you submit because I love to hear from you as you share your stories and fine submissions that you write.  I never want to miss a thing.  LOL!!!
Again, I simply can’t thank you all enough for following “my mental mess.”
God Bless You!!!
Beckie
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Daily Prompt: Degree ~Surviving Life~

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I may not have a wall dedicated to proudly display my Bachelor, Masters or Doctorate Degrees, for all the world to see and admire.

My graduation cap ❤️ Less than 48 hours until I have that Masters Degree!

However, I do deserve a degree in surviving life and all that it threw at me.

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Dysfunctional upbringing
Alcoholic and Abusive Father figure
Date rape
Miscarriages
Failed marriage
Ex-husbands sudden death
My own alcoholism
Being involved with a narcissist for seven years 
Suffering from severe depression
Attempted & failed suicide
A Complete mental break
Learn about Mental Illness in Family 
Become Homeless
Diagnoses 
Bipolar 2
Severe Depression
Anxiety & Panic Attacks
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
Insomnia
Transferred from Women’s Shelter to Transitional Housing
Isolation in order to survive
Begin a Blog
Share my story
Advocate and educate myself
Share my journey in order to help others with mental illness
Spread Mental Health Awareness like wildfire
Work on myself
For myself
Become stronger through daily affirmations
Practice daily meditation
Seek guidance through Therapy & Psychiatry
Fight the powers that be to keep me down
Approved for disability
Move out of transitional housing
Share a townhouse with my wonderful roommate
Have a new lease on life
Bought an older car
Continuously write about my journey
My journey of survival
Happy to feel happiness once again
Hope
Peace
Security
Serenity
Tranquility
Withinside of me  

a new day will always come. take comfort in this

I think I earned my degree in surviving life.
What do you think?
Then again, I know there are several more people that deserve this unseen degree that they rightfully deserve. 

 

~ The Crystal Ball ~

Incredibly beautiful and rare French crystal ball on stand circa 1900 from DC member Doe and Hope

Oh, crystal ball,

what do you see?

would you give me a glimpse

somewhere in time,

of what the future has in store for me?

~

My days are filled with dreams,

nights full of visions.

Emotions trapped inside –

a mental prison,

I plead for release.

~

Oh, crystal ball,

I can’t cry anymore,

my tears have turned to dust.

I long for a heart that

I can trust.

~

Oh, crystal ball,

How can I prepare myself?

will I have the strength to

let my guard down, or

will my heart remain on a shelf?

~

Oh, crystal ball,

what do you see?

I lean in a bit closer, but

all that I see is a 

reflection of me –

Alone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

~ If It Were Up To Me… ~

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If it were up to me…

The poor would have riches

The blind would see

The hungry would eat

The children would smile

The deaf would hear

The unfriendly would learn to share

The weakest would grow stronger

If it were up to me…

There would be no more sorrow

There would be no more war

There would be no more pain

There would be no more horror

There would be no more fear

There would be no hardship

There would be no homeless

If it were up to me…

The world would be kinder

The world would be more patient

The world would be more loving

The world would be more accepting

The world would be more harmonious

The world would be more aware

The world would be more united

Oh, how I wish it were up to me…

 

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Daily Prompt: Age ~ Attitude in Aging ~

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"Ageing is not lost youth but a  new stage of opportunity and  strength."   ~ Betty Friedan   <3 lis

Remembering back to when I was a child, and if asked ‘How old are you, little girl?’, I’d proudly announce “I’m six and a half!”  Because anyone knows, that, that ‘Half’ made all the difference and signified I was becoming a ‘Big Girl’, soon.  
By the age of eleven, I gave up on announcing to the world that I was a half or three quarters older than the actual number itself.   However, as the teenage years built up, I looked forward to becoming sixteen years old.  I could then apply for my drivers permit, then by seventeen, I’d acquire my driver’s license. ‘Yippy to me!’  I’m a young adult.
Graduate high school, get a job, and, hanging out with friends…  All looking forward to turning twenty-one in order to legally drink, not that we actually waited for that age to come around.  Yet, when your birthday struck twenty-one, you bet we were hitting the bars or clubs to celebrate this milestone. ‘Now I’m an adult.’
By twenty-two, I was married and we had an apartment of our own. Those days of ‘Playing House’, long behind me.  We had responsibilities of jobs, rent, insurance, bills, etc…  I was an adult alright.  Food shopping, cleaning the house and applying for a better job to keep our heads above water.  
Age Thirty, we had finished refurbishing an older home and purchased a new one.  Better jobs, better vehicles, and I thought we had it all.  By thirty-five, we had divorced.  There is no such thing as better stress.
Throughout the decade of being in my forties was like being on a never-ending rollercoaster of ups and downs, loops, forward, backward, jolting side to side in the front seat holding on for dear life.  Until, the roller coaster crashed, tossing my limp body to the ground.  By age forty-nine, I had wanted to give up.  I felt older and weaker by the decade that nearly killed me.
I am now fifty-one and a half years of age now.  ‘Haa Haa Ha’, and I’ve started rebuilding my life back up again.  Sure, my body aches with arthritis and my mind is being repaired day by day, but I have a new vision of life, maybe because I’m a little wiser.  
My mother and I are twenty years apart in age and she is a stellar example that age is simply a number.  Although she has several health issues and is always in pain, she shows me that she is still giddy like a child.  I hope that by the time I reach seventy-one and half years old, I could be as giddy as she.

 

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Daily Prompt: Sparkle “Inner Sparkle”

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Sparkle

Mental illness is a vicious circle,
of many ups and downs.
Trial and error,
tweaking meds,
left me numb,
and feeling dull.
Finally, there came  day;
My mind broke free,
from the abyss 
that held its grip on me.
No more constant crying,
no more thoughts on dying,
I began to feel stability.
Light glimmered 
and flickered,
from the narrow tunnel;
Beckoning me,
‘Keep moving forward,
you’re almost there.’
With all my might,
I fought a difficult plight
and trudged my way through,
out of darkness,
into the light.
Mental illness does not define me,
it is what it is.
My hope restored,
heart full of gratitude,
gained a new outlook on life.
I share with you, 
hope and positivity
attempting to brighten your day,
My new found inner sparkle
I display; 
“Never give in, and Never give up”
I repeatedly say.

 

Please check out what’s happening at “The Perfectly Imperfect Bunch”  –  Talented writers that share their writing techniques as well as sharing poems, and short stories.  Thank You.  🙂

 

 

 

 

 

 

November 30, 2017: So Much To Do!

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Good Morning Everyone!!!!    I hope all of you are doing well today.  Happy Friday Eve (Early addition),
Today, I have to attend my “Peace & Progress aka Anxiety Group”, then from there run errands.  Funny thing about having to still live a life outside of the Blogosphere, I actually feel guilty for not being able to read everyone’s writing’s as well as doing my own stuff.  
This is where my mindfulness has to kick in.  Be in the present moment.  I’m not going to get stressed out over not being able to do everything I want to do at once.
I’ll be back later and catch up.  That’s all there is to it!
See you all later,
Beckie 🙂