PUTTING BACK THE PIECES OF THAT JIGSAW

A republication from my earlier blog- Dancingwithenvelopes.wordpress.com- originally published August 2017 AUGUST 1, 2017 DANCINGWITHENVELOPES LEAVE A COMMENT Tuesday 1st August is todayโ€ฆ Iโ€™m finally beginning to return to a mental state I truly couldnโ€™t even remember, or imagine, feeling again, only a few days ago. With it, I am beginning to find I can manage to … Continue reading PUTTING BACK THE PIECES OF THAT JIGSAW

REMEMBERING THE ROUTE TOWARDS THE โ€˜UPโ€™

SNIPPETS OF THOUGHT โ€˜This too shall passโ€™ -Retrieved from my first blog, where I originally wrote and published this- March 30th 2017-  DANCINGWITHENVELOPES  Over this last week, it became increasingly apparent that I was moving forwards from Depression. I suddenly had feelings again, I wasnโ€™t under a bell jar, my surroundings were inviting me to … Continue reading REMEMBERING THE ROUTE TOWARDS THE โ€˜UPโ€™

Garden for your thoughtsโ€ฆ

This post was written by myself, and published first on my first ever blog- http://www.dancingwithenvelopes.wordpress.com- on 10th August 2017. Introduction: Reflective insights into various journaled moments throughout different periods of lived experience, across the years, may be utilised via a type of spoken word time travel, to reveal truth and experience still very much valid … Continue reading Garden for your thoughtsโ€ฆ

The Green Mist

Originally written and published on 6th April 2018, on my earlier blog- http://www.dancingwithenvelopes.wordpress.com Hidden, lie the unseen branches Vanished, now- unseen green bloom Deathly claws frosting, winterโ€™s gloom Tender, stems sleep, beneath chill moon Fallow, the heart of a breathless Earth Yet still come the brave, to spear through Ice glazed armour You will see … Continue reading The Green Mist

Salvaging the sails

This post was originally published on my earlier blog- dancingwithenvelopes.wordpress.com- On January 19th 2019 Writing this post has taken me a great deal of courage. However, as does every day require courage, every hour that I continue to walk this path, towards recovery. Thus, if โ€˜practice makes perfectโ€™, I have reasoned with myself, that it … Continue reading Salvaging the sails

I found myself issuing unnerving questioning to my โ€˜selfโ€™โ€ฆ

Am I โ€˜allowedโ€™ to post about NOT being ALRIGHT?๐Ÿ’™โ€˜Itโ€™s okay not to be okayโ€™๐Ÿ’š I wonder why I felt as though this even had to be considered a questionโ€ฆ self doubtโ€™s reliable โ€˜onโ€™ switch, quickly reminded me, as the champion over thinker I am, YES- clearly, self doubt might be pulling too many of my … Continue reading I found myself issuing unnerving questioning to my โ€˜selfโ€™โ€ฆ

Explore Original Artwork, poetry, and Latest Updates

New updates and original Artwork! Enjoy! https://mindinmotion.home.blog/2024/07/13/sketch-your-emotions-free/?page_id=3969 Poetry Yet poetry can forge lyrics from mere words, and be sources of support, for when people- myself included- need that extra art of words and reframing of the fight- to help them through darkness coated mental health journeys, where relentless depression and delusions, dissociation and trauma can … Continue reading Explore Original Artwork, poetry, and Latest Updates

The birthday I never thought Iโ€™d live to see

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http://www.facebook.com/share/1YdfoAejCw/ (Please use the link above to access more to my story and this whole story, and the fundraiser page itself!) Remarkably, I experienced my 35th birthday yesterday (16th June). Whilst many of us, including myself, face the natural shock and aversion to advancing digits of age, feeling โ€˜oldโ€™ and fretting naturally, for the cosmetic … Continue reading The birthday I never thought Iโ€™d live to see

Your Name is a Soundwave

Air blows soft over sunning skin I ache to tell you how the birds here sing Catching myself, silly, Of course you know Youโ€™re always here Six years past that final Solstice All those new Suns, cycling between our last kiss In alignment with outdoorโ€™s great birdsong I call out your name I call it … Continue reading Your Name is a Soundwave

I dared myself to write, in the style of a Shakespearean Quill

You ready? My Artwork here inspired by my late Mother Shรขn Nevesโ€ฆ I chose it because itโ€™s message and itโ€™s theme fit my words in this creative, dark, alluring, artistic, fateful and literally- My work, and life, be a metamorphoses in progressโ€ฆ A snippet: โ€˜You, madame, your hands, with their white fair curling fingers, which … Continue reading I dared myself to write, in the style of a Shakespearean Quill

One word to describe the cataclysm of a self that is I!?

Word to describe myself? Tough one- but Iโ€™m going to go with โ€˜Spiritedโ€™ โ€˜Spiritedโ€™ I have not the audacity to call myself โ€˜unconquerableโ€™, because, believe me, life has threatened and humbled my steadfast and passionate spirit with too many a persistent reminder, not to get ahead of myself, and to learn the (inconvenience of a … Continue reading One word to describe the cataclysm of a self that is I!?

Mind In Motion

โ€œMind in Motionโ€ When shadows rise and silence calls, When hope feels lost behind these walls, Let not your heart give in to fear, For even now, the light is near. The road may twist, the path may break, Yet every step is one we take. No fall too great, no night too long, We … Continue reading Mind In Motion

Another day in hospital, finding something to doโ€ฆ

It ainโ€™t easy. The sickness, the pain, the constant beeping of machines, the absolute thunder bolt of a shock when you recover enough to realise, your mind is active with hundreds of tabs open at once, you are more capable of movement, you are glad to be feeling like youโ€™re recovering, but oh what to … Continue reading Another day in hospital, finding something to doโ€ฆ

Sketches from my mindโ€™s edges: Explore snippets of my original Artwork- simply click โ€˜menuโ€™ button at the top of page to scroll down and select page ๐ŸŽจ๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿฆโ€โฌ›

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There is no such thing as a mistake in Art. Creativity to the Mind is like the fallen Acorn which dropped into dark Earth below, only to become light and majesty in the growth of a new Oak Tree. Optimism in the Oak Treeโ€™s revival โ€˜Selfโ€™- The Colourstorm in motion Window to the Soul Cyclical … Continue reading Sketches from my mindโ€™s edges: Explore snippets of my original Artwork- simply click โ€˜menuโ€™ button at the top of page to scroll down and select page ๐ŸŽจ๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿฆโ€โฌ›

Sharing mind hacks for our minds in motion!

Hello! A question we can all benefit from sharing between usโ€ฆ What are some of the different ways people try to keep themselves distracted/occupied/ mentally engaged for lengths of time? Iโ€™m talking: Coping strategies for those extra tough days, a new challenge to try doing something new or different, ways to try and keep your … Continue reading Sharing mind hacks for our minds in motion!

Making sense

I feel the terror of acknowledgment My whole mind and body, thoughts and beliefs Have been fabricated by cruel traumaโ€™s pretence Iโ€™ve been living my whole life in the narrative of the past tense See that colour, glimpse that number? Awaken thy devilโ€™s idle slumber I remember staring, into that stud of a groove, Piercing … Continue reading Making sense

Spinning in spiral

I creep into a tangle Mildly plucked, Iโ€™ve spun forsooth, a silvered web Draped in need, Dressed in lust, and endeavour Sparkling eyes. Look how she tries, endlessly tries Letโ€™s douse oneself, Submerge ourselves In dancing, weโ€™re disguised from Expectationโ€™s hollow cries I once hopped here, swirled in spiral Trickled like a breeze Upon an … Continue reading Spinning in spiral

Why Care?

Prove this wrong! Why care?  Sometimes to even manage to care is in itself a tremendous challenge, and from a very basic level, there is your first reason to pursue caring- because to be unable to do so is so very torturous, and certainly a place you donโ€™t want to remain shackled within.  So care … Continue reading Why Care?

Have a free poem day! Happy free poem day to you all!

Yay! https://mindinmotion.home.blog/?page_id=3533 ๐ŸŒˆ Blog Welcome to a world of limitless possibilities, where the journey is as exhilarating as the destination, and where every moment is an opportunity to make your mark on the canvas of existence. The only limit is the extent of your imagination. Mind In Motion- You'll love who we are Navigating life's … Continue reading Have a free poem day! Happy free poem day to you all!

Reclaiming a self- Philosophical Quotes which enable me to keep on paving my own path

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Why the fuck did I think that!?

Welcome to the end of another pretty ruthless year; 2024. This time last year, I felt a great deal more celebratory in this day, the birthday of Jesus Christ- 25th Decemberโ€ฆ. Iโ€™d just been discharged from a hospital admission whereby my abusive ex partner had found out where I was feeling and staying in refuge … Continue reading Why the fuck did I think that!?

We do return, and we do recover

Narcotics Anonymous- Although I guess Iโ€™m sacrificing my own anonymity here amusinglyโ€ฆ Iโ€™ll happily proclaim my own identity, with pride and nothing near shame. Never would I break the anonymity of anyone besides myself, that goes without saying! Iโ€™m sharing an update that I posted to a support group for fellow warriors of recovery from … Continue reading We do return, and we do recover

Absolutely no chance do I โ€˜trust my instinctsโ€™!

Do you trust your instincts? Would YOU trust this personโ€™s instincts!? Exactly as I thought- NOT A CHANCE ๐Ÿคฃ Seriously though, no I do not trust my instincts! I maybe once thought I could, and subsequently made the error of trusting them in years gone byโ€ฆ But if only you could see the train wreck … Continue reading Absolutely no chance do I โ€˜trust my instinctsโ€™!

Windows Open

And I looked up to the sky, and behold, a rainbow shone down like a prism of soul It is proclaimed: When a person passes indoors, be it a hospital ward, hospice, their own home, or any box of bricks creating confines of a building, the window must be opened, so as to allow the … Continue reading Windows Open

A Place To Flyโ€ฆ

A poem written by myself 19/10/2024 A place To Fly I have pictures, like paper trials, of a mind, absconded Words can be my muse, but they can deceive and confuse In sketches, the wrought iron gate, whereby the words keep watch, under key, lateโ€ฆ A head filled with secret salubrity, ideas, overgrown trenches, sodden … Continue reading A Place To Flyโ€ฆ

The Echoes- Sounds that in fact always reverberate, even if to human ears they โ€˜fadeโ€™โ€ฆ My song which was not โ€˜my lastโ€™ after all.

One of the most heartbreaking songs I ever improvised, singing out what I genuinely believed to be my last goodbyes, feeling lost to the dark and dreadful lure of suicide, I found myself singing this song because I couldnโ€™t say the words โ€˜helpโ€™ any louder than I already had been doing for years in my … Continue reading The Echoes- Sounds that in fact always reverberate, even if to human ears they โ€˜fadeโ€™โ€ฆ My song which was not โ€˜my lastโ€™ after all.

Mania and insomnia take on Facebook adverts, for a โ€˜nightโ€™โ€ฆ

Just to clarify, this was never how I intended my life to turn out, but here I am, post crisis-pad intervention, distracting the emotional meltdowns which threaten my own safety keeping faculties, because of lacking options to exist otherwise. Sometimes, I can actually do other things to avoid the consequences of even trying to close … Continue reading Mania and insomnia take on Facebook adverts, for a โ€˜nightโ€™โ€ฆ

The warrior and the shield

Life can be tough, Iโ€™m sure we can all agree. Sure itโ€™s got its beautiful moments and even years, too, but we go through life, and despite individual differences in specific circumstances, we are on a battlefield, always. You canโ€™t afford to let your guard down, neither can you afford to simply hide away from … Continue reading The warrior and the shield