Dear, Dysphoria,
Please f*k off, thanks.
Sincerely,
Your Intolerant Host
If that only worked......that would be so great. But. one day it will work....
Hugs Girl!!
Jennifer
I hope you find a way to evict your unwelcome guest!!
Quote from: Ms Grace on January 25, 2015, 12:02:35 AM
I hope you find a way to evict your unwelcome guest!!
Music and writing keep me sane for the most part, but then those moment sneak up on me. And even though it hurts, I use that pain and channel it into something creative. So, it's a vicious cycle.
We all talk about having a world of peace, love and happiness, but I must confess that I quite rely on the melancholia. All of my best writing comes out of it. I don't always write laments and frustrated rants, though. Sometimes I work against it. If the dark tries to push its way in, I just light that inner candle.
"Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness,
and the word 'happy' would lose its meaning if it were not
balanced by sadness. It is far better to take things as they
come along with patience and equanimity."
— Carl Gustav Jung
I was in a taxi last night coming home and the driver was a great guy studying English Lit at Uni. So of course we talked about poetry. Adelaide taxi drivers are interesting!
He said something I found nice.
"Poetry is how you eavesdrop on your brain"
Thank you for sharing your 'eavesdroppings' :-*
Quote from: Cindy on January 25, 2015, 01:39:10 AM
I was in a taxi last night coming home and the driver was a great guy studying English Lit at Uni. So of course we talked about poetry. Adelaide taxi drivers are interesting!
He said something I found nice.
"Poetry is how you eavesdrop on your brain"
Thank you for sharing your 'eavesdroppings' :-*
I like that. :) Here's one for you:
"Art and love are the same thing: It's the process
of seeing yourself in things that are not you."
— Chuck Klosterman
I'd forgotten how important poetry had been to me during my dark days.
This somehow sustained me when I was trying, unsuccessfully, to recover from rape, abuse and continual suicidal thoughts; it is Emerson, I think the greatest of the USA poets, from Brahmin
"Far or forgot to me is near,
Shadow and sunlight are the same,
The vanished gods to me appear,
And one to me are shame and fame.
They reckon ill who leave me out;
When me they fly, I am the wings;
I am the doubter and the doubt,
And I the hymn the Brahmin sings."
On a particularly dark night when my life was over and the pain too great to bear, the whiskey bottle half drunk and the pills ready to swallow, I looked around my room for the last time and saw that quote on my wall and focussed on:
"They reckon ill who leave me out;
When me they fly, I am the wings"
I realised 'I am the wings' and flushed the pills down the toilet.
Sorry if that is triggering.
Not triggering at all. It's always nice to hear about those little moments. Just when you think all is lost, and then everything just seems to line up for a split second so that you can glimpse the very thing you need to keep going. That's no coincidence. That's divine intervention.
Hoping that one day you CAN beat dysphoria and be happy with who you are. hugs!
Quote from: Ginnyjen14 on February 02, 2015, 10:21:45 PM
Hoping that one day you CAN beat dysphoria and be happy with who you are. hugs!
Oh, I will! Little by little, I definitely will. All in good time. :) :icon_anger: :icon_hahano: :icon_poke: :icon_shakefist: