Well Yoga is still kicking my bootie but I am still doing it and writing and Tai Chi. I am trying to get back to the healthy as I indulge in a bowl of vanilla bean, peanut butter and caramel milkshake this A.M. I love writing and still working on my zombie book while I tackle graphics and stay uber busy if I can. That also keeps anxiety at bay. I have to say though that Yoga is so good but so hard. Downward Dog is like my enemy. hahahahahaha. That dog is tearing me up! But I will get it as my back screams when I do it. So, I just tell my body, buck up and get ready for the rollercoaster of temp pain because we feel so much better after a short bit. I also love my yoga warm ups. They really help me in the less stress level so I can write, do the art and graphics.
I do Yoga. I do it to relax me, to help me get in shape to find a place where I can relax but Yoga is hard to me. I mean, I love it but it is a workout. It is not for those who think Yoga is just sitting on the floor and breathing in and out for hours. Nope. Yoga is a form of relaxing but it is also a healthy way to get back in shape but your body will feel it. My family or at least some of them used to laugh at me until I made them try it. They do NOT laugh anymore. I love Yoga, Yoga loves me but sometimes my body hates it and then thanks me later.
I love to write poetry but it does not fir the norm.
Mine is electic, sporadic, funny and sad.
Rarely does it rhyme and it is not what most people expect when they read
As you will see when you read it here.
It can be dark and angry or full of joy (rare)
Because I write poetry usually when I am in a state of pain.
I write it when my heart is bleeding.
I write it when I feel no one cares.
I write about life.
I write about my life.
This is my poem about my Poetry.
I just take a breath and say a prayer of thanks for surviving the knocks coming my way, for the ability to fight and keep trying. I look at the beautiful sky, the birds sweetly chirping and the sound of beautiful music. I think of all I can do and that I have an escape when fear tries to over take me. And I battle the people or things that try to destroy me. Sometimes, yeah, I cry because I know in some cases, I cannot save them or stop them from doing what they do to me. I am blessed that I can do it. That I can keep standing and trying. I know in life we have battles. But today, at least one day, each at a time I can take a breath. And I smile.
I am now trying (I know, always trying something new but hey,lol) the thought system of just trying to believe and really believing each day is going to have something great. Something in the day that captures my attention even if it just a beautiful butterfly. Something that lets me know, hey it is okay and today is good! I know life throws us punches and recently learning more about addicts and addiction, I NEED to see the beauty in things or my anxiety will take over. so that is my new yoga thought or whatever you want to call it so fellow friends and bloggers, I hope you believe today that YOU will find something beautiful in a world sometimes filled with junk. 🙂
Living with or having a family member who is addicted is really hard. If you have someone you love dating an addict, that is hard as well. It is a hard and long road. It is such a drain in so many ways because you love them but you cannot stop them. You might find yourself enabling them because you are desperate. or you might be trying to get your loved one away from an addict before they turn out just the same. It is too draining when you watch, worry or living with someone and search everywhere to see if there was a stash.
This is just the beginning of a nightmare that never ends until the loved one is dead or finally quits through the grace of God. It takes the lives of the ones loving the addict because the addict can only think of their drugs but the friends and most of all family worry, cry, panic, drive themselves insane and just spend their lives filled with anxiety and there are many who cannot afford the expensive rehabs. It is a sad story for the addict and the ones who love them.
Vapes that are addicting teens now, drugs, alcohol, even cigarettes which I am trying really hard to quit. I used to be a “recreational” smoker, quitting during peak times when I was active repelling, hiking, climbing and etc. The slowly, cigarettes crept in and now I am trying to quit. I do not smoke in my car, or in my house or when I have coffee and I never have but I just do not like them anymore so I am trying. I have people I know that I am sadly watching.
They battle alcohol as it destroys their lives, drugs which change them and take over their life and become their God. Teens I see vaping young kids, 13, 14, 15 but I cannot stop them because they are not people I even know or the ones that are well, I have told their parents. It is just sad how addiction to anything can take your life and destroy it. Physically or emotionally or all.
I hate addiction and the ruin it brings.