There’s a very old building that used to be a Health Spa in Scarsdale, NY. It was called the European Health Spa. It’s such an eye sore in such a beautiful town. Broken Windows Abandoned Patched up with Cheap Wood The building stands tall but alone. 😔 That was me not long ago. I was a broken woman. An emotional wreck. Unknowing of who I … Continue reading Don’t be like “Atlas” 🌍
“I would use my introverted nature to cover up my depression.” Continue reading Introverted to a Fault 😩
Growing up, I was forced to suppress the bad emotions. I didn’t grow up in an environment where expressing sadness or hurt was the norm. I was raised to walk with my head held high, smiling, giving the world the impression that all was well. In reality, all was not well ….. There were times I was hurting . . . 😔 But The world … Continue reading Writing the Pain Away ….
I needed to be in a place where I was “above it all;” and I mean literally “above it all.” What better place to be in, than a comfy and clean airplane. ✈ Continue reading Above It All …
STOP Just STOP . . . Please Stop Beating yourself up about things that have occurred in the past. YOU ARE NOT WHAT YOU HAVE DONE . . . YOU ARE WHAT YOU HAVE BECOME. Sure, we all have some periods of our life where we are not proud of. Some periods where we really shake our heads and say “___________ (<—-Insert your name) What … Continue reading STOP HIDING – YOU ARE NOT YOUR MISTAKES . . .
If I never have the opportunity to write again, I would probably go insane. Writing is my means to everything. It is my freedom in a sometimes not so free world. It is my release when my mind is on overload. It is my expression when I need to express. It is my “common sense” when my spoken words and ideas do not make sense; … Continue reading My Very 1st True Love . . .
Matthew 5:44 King James Version (KJV) But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you. The answer can be found in the picture and the picture is as clear as day. My life consisted of a constant battle of Christina VS Christina. There were … Continue reading Slow Suicide