It seems any time I start to believe that something good, something needed, will finally happen, it comes crashing down. So I find I’m still a pessimist.
Things were going really great, things were coming together. There had to be a reason, right? I was hopeful. I believed. And like always it fell apart, crumbled, faded. It’s hard to remain hopeful when your hope turns out to be lies. It’s just too easy to believe in Murphy’s Law.
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musings on life | bits of psychology | attempts at poetry
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It's not faith if you use your eyes
Rhyming Poetry
Walking through that door makes the blue a little lighter. She holds space as I gently spill. We sit, we talk - we water, dig and bury. Nurturing a shoot. Aiding it in light - to find its path through thorns - Malan Wilkinson
Never get lost in the Sauce
Next Time, At Least Bring Wine
Where Anxiety and Spirituality Converge
Opening a Discussion on Mental Illness
