Heightened anxiety
spins the brain.
Its like a pot being
thrown
by a drunk.
My shape
and my form
I try hard to maintain,
Cos I know
If I can’t
I am sunk.
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HEIGHTENED ANXIETY
Posted in Heightened anxiety with tags #, #anxiety, #imagination, #life-story, #panic, #poetry, #pottery, #psychology, mental-health on August 3, 2013 by Karen unruePEOPLE GROW IN THE STRANGEST PLACES
Posted in transformation through trauma with tags #abuse, #abusedwomen, #domesticabuse, #healing, #hope, #life-story, #poetry, #psychology, #recovery, #self-esteem, #self-help, #transformation, mental-health on July 16, 2013 by Karen unrue
Did you know that you are not supposed to assist a baby chick
as it chips its way out of the shell of the egg its hatched in.
Poor thing looks so weak and helpless.
Looks like he won’t make it.
It looks traumatic.
But apparently
the very act of working his way slowly out of the shell and into the world strengthens him.
Transformation through trauma
Yes it’s a cliché,
but its true!
I never thought I’d be grateful for the shit I went through in my marriage.
Or for the depression and anxiety I experienced
in the ensuing years
as I rebuilt my life.
But there did come a day, some years later,
When I began to realise that all I had been through:
the process of forgiving
both myself and him,
rebuilding my identity
and self-esteem,
learning to live
without guilt and fear.
Had actually caused me to
GROW
as a person.
I had more compassion
more wisdom
a greater lust for life.
I had pecked my way out of the shell.
I was strengthened.
Now don’t misunderstand!
I would NEVER want to go through any of that again!
And it’s been a difficult journey
BUT I LIKE WHO I AM AS A RESULT OF THE JOURNEY I’VE BEEN ON.
It is a strange phenomenon
That people,
like flowers and vegetables,
seem to grow best
in shit!
Here is a poem I wrote about that.
If you could buy what I’ve been through,
I wouldn’t recommend you do.
This is MY life.
The past I’ve had I can’t undo
no matter how I might want to.
THIS is my life.
Not all fairy tale, bedtime story,
or bed of roses always sweet.
There have been times of pain and suffering
that have knocked me off my feet.
But over time as I’ve reflected.
I’ve learnt it’s best that I accept,
This IS my life.
And the question asked, “what might have been?”
Has become redundant now I’ve seen
that by accepting my life is THIS
I get to see what I almost missed –
THAT PEOPLE GROW IN THE STRANGEST PLACES
Have you found this to be the case?
In what ways?
What are your experiences?
MAGNIFICENT COLLISION
Posted in Behind closed doors with tags #abuse, #abusedwomen, #conditioning, #domesticabuse, #healing, #poetry, #psychology, #recovery, #self-esteem, #self-help, mental-health on June 27, 2013 by Karen unrueA friend’s husband of 11 years left her for her best friend.
“What a bastard!” we said.
“Poor girl”
We rallied round.
“We’re so surprised.” We said.
“You two always seemed so good together”.
Days passed and the shock and tears subside.
And then she confesses something that none of us expected.
“Yes this really hurts, but what I have never told you –
Is that he has been abusing me for years. These tears are also for all those times I could never tell you about.”
I wrote this after hearing what she told us.
I wrote it about her,
But also for the 1000’s of women going through abuse silently right now and
Still looking like the perfect couple.
YOU DON’T HAVE TO!
TELL SOMEONE.
YOU DESERVE TO BE SAFE,
TO BE TREATED WITH RESPECT,
AND TO BE LOVED.
MAGNIFICENT COLLISION
It was a magnificent collision.
All twisted metal,
Broken glass,
Blood on the seats.
She hadn’t seen it coming.
He was driving,
He always did the driving.
They thought it was the crash that killed her.
But they were misled.
Distracted by jagged flesh and broken bones
They did not see the damage done during more private incidents.
You see
It was not his leaving that destroyed her
But all the years he stayed.
THE TILTED ROOM 