The kind that says "you suck right now". Because there's room for growth. The "right now" will change. That moment is gone and you have a chance to make a choice that WON'T suck later. Improvement. Strength. Perseverance comes from this.
Walk of Life
Real life questions, topics, inspiration, and my personal faith and chronic illness journey.
Friday, September 18, 2026
Is shame always a bad thing?
The kind that says "you suck right now". Because there's room for growth. The "right now" will change. That moment is gone and you have a chance to make a choice that WON'T suck later. Improvement. Strength. Perseverance comes from this.
"don't label me!" .. but is it a label? when is it okay to "label"? even necessary?
naming something
versus
labeling something
versus
defining something
why is this a big deal?
CPTSD poetry - Sept 2022
husband, a friend, another friend…
is the girl in the mirror a puppet?
We are each a single petal, in our own direction.
But yet we grasp onto a shadow, hide under it like a blanket and peek around the corners, trying to see if we’re being watched. Doing something we shouldn’t even though we are all petals from the same flower.
The seeds are meant to create unique life away from the immortal pod. Where the wind blows because where we land is where we should be.
We are told turn right or left or turn back around.
Catastrophe, choreography… C’est la vie
CPTSD poetry - Sept 2022
I am 40
Pitfalls
Crouching
Strain
Neglect
Not there yet
Follow
You’re bad
They are good
Stopping
Returning
To give up or not to give up
It’s not even a question
The story isn’t mine
I write
But I’m not the writer
Invisible
Security
Humanity
Why must existence exist
(just breathing)
Disability (inner talk) - March 2023
Some things, I do have a need for normalcy, even if I have to stretch my energy or my brain capacity. Because if I don’t, then, when I do have the capacity, I feel out of whack because of the lack of normalcy. So even if my body/equilibrium, etc. is telling me, I have to chill, sometimesI have to keep my schedule to still be sane and mentally productive. Mental productivity and normalcy, I’ve noticed, is so much more necessary than physical productivity and normalcy. If I can’t think straight, then I can’t get myself physically to where I need to be because if I can think then I can write down what I need to act on, and then the physicality can follow.
Everyone has to find their balance, and for me, that means the rhetoric of my cognition and spiritual strength have to be put in a space above what my body can do. On another note, this is why I am considered disabled, because if I can’t think, then I can’t work. If I can’t physically because productive, then I can’t work. Yes, there are different levels to this on different days, but that is also why I can’t work, in accordance with the “normalcy” of society. If there is no stability in the mental capacity and the physical capacity, especially the combination of the two, this is what disability income is for.
When someone see me crying, I can already tell that they assume I’m sad or something’s wrong or I do something because I feel obligated. I’m assuming this was the social norma because I have a different time. But when I’m crying, generally, it just means I’m processing emotions, I am going through things in my head that recently happened, because I may be overwhelmed. And all I need is tissues, some quiet, time, alone, and possibly my phone or my journal so I can write things out… like I’m doing now. :) don’t be afraid to cry. But also don’t be afraid to leave people alone, and not interfere.
Yes, you could totally ask if things are alright and if they need help with anything. But if they say they don’t, believe them, and just let them be. If you decide to ask multiple questions, it feels like an interrogation, and just makes it worse.
Friday, September 11, 2026
Tyler Micah Eckel - RIP - Dear Friend
6-17-22
He’s gone.
He took his own life last night.
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I’m sobbing.
I’ll never get to say anything to him
Or write to him
Again
Or read anything new he writes.
At least this side of my life.
My physical sense will never get to experience his again.