A beautiful mind

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A new friend of mine and I have been corresponding by exchanging experiences, offering up wisdom and encouragement to one another, feeling strengthened and acknowledging how far we’ve come and suddenly I go off on a tangent because I was triggered by something or many, that he shared and the flashbacks are firing as if they’re happening now when I finally slow down enough and remember to,

breathe…

Just when I think I have drifted off for a night of restful sleep, I get that knocking and I don’t want to answer I just want to slam the door on those 1am thoughts that will haunt me until I can get it all down on paper so it’s no longer inside of me threatening the life they belong to then at last I can,

breathe…

Yet the past keeps haunting me, filling my mind with all the things I wanted to say to those fuckers who’ve brought me to this state of frantic images and unspoken words because they silenced me with fear for an eternity and just when I think it’s safe to come out of the darkness and into the light my mind won’t shut up because I didn’t take time to comfort myself, sit down to write so now here I am unable to sleep so I,

breathe…

What an effort it takes just to quiet myself, simmer the brain from the misfires going off while the world lies in peace and I writhe in discomfort yet the fires they’re still burning and the virus is still churning and I selfishly toss, consumed by my madness the one that erupts without my permission but from my complete participation of their attempted annihilation of my spirit I need to,

breathe…

Now that the music stopped playing


I’ve turned the tape over inside of my head

The race is over and the battle is won

Sleep in peace little girl, God is awake and for heavens sake

close your eyes and,

breathe…

🧖🏼‍♀️✍🏻

Author: Tammy Kay

Somewhere along blurred lines, my self worth was solely dependent upon everyone else's opinions besides mine. Past life would keep dictating this way of “living” for a very long time. Like a brick pathway, my belief system was cemented in and it established a flawed premise of which I had learned to stick with and live by. I have since come to understand that a belief is just a thought I continue to have. So brick by brick, I’ve begun the demolition and reconstruction during this process of becoming the most authentic version of me. For a lifetime this far, I have accepted the unacceptable, tolerated the intolerable and have remained in places far beyond their expiration date. After all, I had to stay with all my broken pieces. Now, I have been stifled for far too long. Freedom has bestowed upon me the use of my voice at last. Won't you join me on a new roller coaster of life as I navigate my way through this next part of my journey? I promise to share my experience, strength and hope from my heart with depth and truth. I guarantee I will write about difficult things, struggles and even pain, yet in the darkness a little light glows. Through inspiration, a glimmer will shine because I want to leave you a little better than when you first found me.

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