Coffins are for the dead.

Rising from the dead takes time and work. It’s more difficult than one can imagine; and believe me- I imagine a great deal. I have been lying in my grave for so long I had almost given up all hope of a resurrection. Living “on the brink” and staying in the coffin is not all it’s cracked up to be. I still take my shoes off and let the grass blades peek up through my toes. Ahhhh…. feels so good. But wait. What happens when someone comes along and mows the grass? Well, you find out the answer the hard way. It’s still excruciating. It still makes you feel as if someone just spun you around while playing “pin the tale on the donkey”. You’re dizzy. You’re disoriented. You wonder if you are back in the coffin. Well, “I say, Nail the coffin shut.” Feel the pain. Absorb the blow. But stay risen. You are so much stronger than you could ever imagine. 

dmi

Hope

It’s been awhile since I last wrote. Much has transpired in my life since then. I hit a new low and ended up in a psyche ward for six days. One of my greatest blessings came out of my six day stay. Hope came to stay. I thought I had lost hope, but something awakened me. Most of my blogs always had to do with my despair as I experienced it. It’s true that the years of the cult had taken it’s toll on me. So much so that I could barely think of little else. The doctor that spoke to me daily said the simplest words to me and they parted the heavens and allowed the light to pour in. I could actually feel it being absorbed into my soul. I remember telling him on that first day that “Everything was wrong” from trauma I had experienced. He looked straight into my eyes and said, “Everything???” It was then and there that hope came to me. The next day when I saw him, I told him that it was down to 200,000 things wrong that day and he laughed. Each day following, my hope grew inside me. My mind was shifting.….for the better. I have so much good in my life. I guard my mind now like a mama bear guards her cubs. I don’t wish to waste one minute of my life.  I believe that someday I will be able to help people who are going through tragedy. If even just to lend an ear. 

 

chaos

i’m finding just the spot, where all chaos ceases to live.

slowly disappearing, can you grab my hand with yours?

sinking’s not my thing, i just want it to stop.

donna marie

 

 

 

 

 

can’t breathe

too heavy, too low, it’s painful, can’t breathe-

can’t see, so dark, snakes crawling on me-

wrap around me, suck it out, till no life is left-

for then , i think, i can finally be at rest.

donna marie

 

rest….

someone gather me up, every single part

drop me where it’s quiet; where sadness flees my heart

is that place unknown? i’m sure it is to me

cause every way to heal is unavailable and not free

how long do you flail before someone sees you dying?

twenty-five years not long enough? i’m not lying.

i don’t have the energy to fight this fight again.

lay me down in peace, so i can rest ….. amen.

donna marie

our brain is an organ….really

you know, i’m tired…….. tired of having to explain to people why i am not “better” yet.   “it was so long ago, why aren’t you over it?”    i wonder how many times i have fielded that question.  ignorant people should shut up.  should i repeat that?? it wouldn’t help–as long as people are breathing; there will be stupid people. it’s kinda like saying to someone who is battling cancer, “why aren’t you healed yet?” HELLO!!!  depression, bipolar, PTSD, obsessive/compulsive disorder are actual, REAL health problems.  you see, the brain is genuinely a part of our body. (not sure if you new that or not) it’s what you call an organ. (i know the sarcasm is thick)  just as any other organ in our body can become sick–our brain can too. so the next time you ask someone why they can’t stop being “depressed”– shut up!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

will i ever heal?

i find it difficult to live. why is it so hard? what i am referring to is the darkness that plagues my mind. i became acquainted with this plague from a very early age. for as long as i can remember, i have worried about everything. i am so frustrated because i have spent years— many, many years working towards what i thought was healing. i don’t know if i am any closer to it now than i was back then. it seems for every thing i gain ground on, i fall back five steps. each compulsion i stop, i replace it with a different one. i am frustrated. 

donna marie

i wonder

sometimes i wish there was a place in the middle that i could slip into.

where nothing racks my mind.

a place i can be whole.

i am not fat there.

i am not terrified of dying there.

sometimes i want to be numb.

to protect me from the pain.

sometimes when i look at others,

i wonder what they would think if they knew what was in my head.

i wonder if i will ever be whole again. 

i wonder

donna marie