She’d been holding back her tears again

For so long

In the past, a good cry always got everything back on track

Well except for that one time when she started crying and couldn’t stop

She got help, she got better, she was stronger

Stronger meant she didn’t feel anything

Until today

She made it to her car before the flood gates opened

Tears stinging her eyes, vision blurred

Trying to process what happened

All the horrible angry mean things she wanted to say

They had hurt her

Oh how easy it would be for her to simply disappear

As always, more to come


K is for Kind ~ April 12, 2018

In a world where you can be anything,  be KIND! ~ Unknown

Some folks may equate being kind with being a doormat or a weakling.  Those are not the same things … or they do not have to be.  Every fool thought I have does not need to pop out of my mouth.  Especially when those fool thoughts are mean.  I am the worst y’all.  You’ve no idea.  As a protective coping mechanism, my tongue can be razor-sharp.

As I work in progress, I am learning to let some things go.  I know I have changed.  I am better today than I was yesterday.  Maybe tomorrow, I’ll slip.  Then the next day, forward.  One trick that works for me (when I remember) is asking myself:

  1. Is a response necessary? 
  2. What are my motives? 
  3. Are my words kind?

I call it the 1-2-3 kindness method.  Not original I know.  Some hybrid pieced together CBT.  Here are my asnwers:

  1. “Silence is sometimes the best answer”  Quote by Dalai Lama XIV
  2. To be right! Very bad motive.  Being happy is better.
  3. Not usually.  In these types of situations, I go for mean.

And then I hold my tongue.  Try it, see how this method works for you.

As always, more to come.

This post was written as part of Blogging From A to Z April (2018) Challenge.

Numero Once.