In a small Italian town, hundreds of years ago, a small business owner owed a large sum of money to a loan-shark. The loan-shark was a very old, unattractive looking guy that just so happened to fancy the business owner’s daughter…..
He decided to offer the businessman a deal that would completely wipe out the debt he owed him. However, the catch was that we would only wipe out the debt if he could marry the businessman’s daughter.
Needless to say, this proposal was met with a look of disgust…..
The loan-shark said that he would place two pebbles into a bag, one white and one black.
The daughter would then have to reach into the bag and pick out a pebble. If it was black, the debt would be wiped, but the loan-shark would then marry her. If it was white, the debt would also be wiped, but the daughter wouldn’t have to marry the loan-shark…..
Standing on a pebble-strewn path in the businessman’s garden, the loan-shark bent over and picked up two pebbles…..
Whilst he was picking them up, the daughter noticed that he’d picked up two black pebbles and placed them both into the bag.
He then asked the daughter to reach into the bag and pick one…..
The daughter naturally had three choices as to what she could have done:
Refuse to pick a pebble from the bag.
Take both pebbles out of the bag and expose the loan-shark for cheating.
Pick a pebble from the bag fully well knowing it was black and sacrifice herself for her father’s freedom.
She drew out a pebble from the bag, and before looking at it ‘accidentally’ dropped it into the midst of the other pebbles. She said to the loan-shark;..
“Oh, how clumsy of me. Never mind, if you look into the bag for the one that is left, you will be able to tell which pebble I picked.”
The pebble left in the bag is obviously black, and seeing as the loan-shark didn’t want to be exposed, he had to play along as if the pebble the daughter dropped was white, and clear her father’s debt….
Moral of the story:
It’s always possible to overcome a tough situation….throughout of the box thinking, and not give in to the only options you think you have to pick from….
A gentleman was walking through an elephant camp, and he spotted that the elephants weren’t being kept in cages or held by the use of chains…..
All that was holding them back from escaping the camp, was a small piece of rope tied to one of their legs…..
As the man gazed upon the elephants, he was completely confused as to why the elephants didn’t just use their strength to break the rope and escape the camp. They could easily have done so, but instead, they didn’t try to at all….
Curious and wanting to know the answer, he asked a trainer nearby why the elephants were just standing there and never tried to escape.
The trainer replied;
“when they are very young and much smaller we use the same size rope to tie them and, at that age, it’s enough to hold them. As they grow up, they are conditioned to believe they cannot break away. They believe the rope can still hold them, so they never try to break free.”
The only reason that the elephants weren’t breaking free and escaping from the camp was that over time they adopted the belief that it just wasn’t possible….
Moral of the story:
No matter how much the world tries to hold you back, always continue with the belief that what you want to achieve is possible. Believing you can become successful is the most important step in actually achieving it…..✌🏼
It’s been such an overwhelming situation again as I’ve been working with my counsellor…andrea…about building my confidence, there as been painful situations where bringing up my emotions and experiences..from my childhood and past life…😢. this is what happens.. I get knocked down and I get back up again!!!!
There is many things that I would love to do and achieve!! Most of all my charities and goals…♥️ but I’ve now found out that it’s my confidence I’m lacking, but she made a point that I’m already successful.. as I’m in a mental health profession..and I already do a very important and rewarding job..but I always doubt myself…💔. and also as some of you know I’m a trained samaritans listening volunteer..to help others, so what the hell is the matter with me!!!!💔. I don’t know 😕..we all have struggles I guess..but I really do feel like I’m getting there..🙂
I struggle with depression myself, I find myself drawn to poetry and writing, to find solace, to find comfort, to find solidarity, and a better understanding of my experiences—as well as the experiences of those who deal with depression in ways that don’t mirror mine at all…..
1. “IT WAS NOT DEATH, FOR I STOOD UP” …
It was not Death, for I stood up, And all the Dead, lie down— It was not Night, for all the Bells Put out their Tongues, for Noon.
It was not Frost, for on my Flesh
I felt Siroccos—crawl— Nor Fire—for just my Marble feet Could keep a Chancel, cool—
And yet, it tasted, like them all, The Figures I have seen Set orderly, for Burial, Reminded me, of mine—
As if my life were shaven, And fitted to a frame, And could not breathe without a key, And ’twas like Midnight, some –
When everything that ticked—has stopped— And Space stares—all around— Or Grisly frosts—first Autumn morns, Repeal the Beating Ground—
But, most, like Chaos—Stopless—cool— Without a Chance, or Spar— Or even a Report of Land— To justify—Despair.
“THE FURY OF RAINSTORMS”….
The rain drums down like red ants, each bouncing off my window. The ants are in great pain and they cry out as they hit as if their little legs were only stitched on and their heads pasted. And oh they bring to mind the grave, so humble, so willing to be beat upon with its awful lettering and the body lying underneath without an umbrella. Depression is boring, I think and I would do better to make some soup and light up the cave.
My thoughts on trying to write about peace and happiness…..and now it’s sadness….
I say.. to myself…. I’am a good blogger??…Am I writing something that’s meaningful..as I love poetry…such as love and happiness, and peace ✌🏼 to try and reach out to help others…😕💔 regards mental illness…as being a samaritan taking calls can at times be so overwhelming….😢
Nobody knows, Nobody sees. A trapped soul, In her own deeds. People walk past, People skim over. But they do not realize, Her soul that has changed Many others. Her life a tragic, Her mind bruised. But how much more Can she bear if she only has so little. A soul lost in sight, A soul mixed in heights. Depths of the stars, Cannot foretell her future. But she can only take so much, Before breaking.
Her wrists tell a story
of a damsel in distress.
A princess with her head held high
and tears in her dress.
All the frogs she’s kissed
in hopes of finding the one,
leaves her heart broken.
The blade has won.
She shuts herself in the tower
away from everyone else.
She rolls down her sleeves,
A barrier between truth and stealth.
She can be alone.
Alone is the worst place to be
for a girl haunted by memories.
Temptations come faster,
options become less.
When you’re alone,
No one knows you’re depressed.
Maybe we should stop teaching girls
That fairytales do come true.
Because there are no princesses.
Just girls who make it through.
Sorry guys…I write all the time…when I’m feeling complete sadness… but it’s some of my poetry I’m sharing with you all….♥️🥰…
It’s my inspiration to all…I’m taking a break from wordpress for a while but will be back soon..✌🏼…
anxiety is a broken car alarm in your mind, a mosquito whining in your ear, a shimmering hole in your vision. it gnaws at the edges of your days, an insatiable termite that burrows into your soul.
This short poem is about overcoming mental health challenges, even when they’re not what you expected.
Panic pulled her under the surface, depression held her there until her lungs burned and her vision went dark around the edges.
Resigned to drowning, she opened her mouth to take one last breath but something was different now: she had grown gills.
It was difficult and unexpected, but she lived.
This short poem is about the importance of taking some quiet time at the end of each day.
Self care for introverts…..
Every day, she swims through dark waters even though she can’t see the shore. She smiles and helps and tries her best even though they ask for more.
She lives for the darkness past the end of the day, the starry hour when she can close her door and bathe in the silence.
This short poem is about how a pretty shiny exterior can conceal a lot of pain.
The manic pixie dream girl knows all about hiding her pain. She dances and twirls and flashes her brilliant wit like a dagger. She glitters and shimmers and weaves beautiful lies like a siren. When the party ends, she winks at her besotted admirers and goes home with despair.
This short poem is about taking all the time you need to heal, even when the wounds are invisible.
This short poem is about the journey from turmoil to peace, in whatever form it takes.
The temple of healing
Her mind was once a battleground where fear and anger warred and despair bound love in iron chains. Now it is a quiet temple where love and kindness learn to walk once again.
We blog to share our experiences here for someone who understands…
Our mental health sets on our own feelings …🌸
No matter how forward we try and go, we try and find some peace but sometimes that’s not the case…✌🏼
I give you the tools and techniques you need to feel calmer and more in control
You had it once, now it’s gone Like a knot it’s been undone Was once so tight, now so slack Happy times you wish you could have back You sit a home, and feel so lonely It’ll be great if that was all, if only… Zombie on the outside, the living dead But so many questions floating around your head Confusions rains down, it pours Pandora’s Box, You’ve opened the doors No sign of anyone who can help No sense of feelings or of yourself Where You can find the answers Who are you? What are you? Are you a dream? Or are you the dreamer? Are you a thought? Or a complex computer, How do your thoughts start? What makes them end? What makes you do this? What makes you do that? I know a times you can overanalyze, You can’t help it Thinking and gazing into space, as you sit Why can’t you accept the wisdom of those around Not letting yourself accept the answers You’ve found You want to free yourself from your mind And not just to pretend Everything’s okay everything’s fine You want to be NORMAL… When it’s going to end….
My Anxiety.. And Finding Calmness…
You have a good life, a life that many people would be happy to have. You’re surrounded by supportive friends and family and to the outside world you have it all.
But.. On the inside you’re struggling: anxiety, worries, stress, overwhelm. Perhaps it’s a lack of confidence and self belief with negative thoughts wiring around your head. You might be feeling it in your body, a sense of being of being on edge, disturbed sleep with moods that change with the weather.
Maybe you know why you feel like this, something unresolved from the past or perhaps there’s no clear reason. Either way Its getting you down and stopping you enjoying your life. You’re in a vicious cycle of one step forward two steps back. Just when you think things are getting better they creep up on you again.
You’ve already tried talking to friends, medication and self help and whilst they helped for a while you need a more longer lasting solution.
Why do we blog…is to share these darkest deepest thoughts..💔 of unhappiness…anxiety, depression, anger, sadness…abandonment..
My mental health has relapses…😕 at times..
Especially with depression and my eating disorder…of being petrified of it returning 💔
My eating disorder…💔😢
I hate you because you’re taking over me, but I love you ’cause you’re making me the girl I want to be. Why do I love you when all you do is put me down? Making me starve ’till I fit into the smallest gown. With the loss of each pound I’m closer to my goal, with your help I will make this broken girl whole. Filled with fear at every bite I take, my plan will be ruined with just a bite of that cake. Counting calories and fearing how much I weigh, I am beginning to learn that you are here to stay. My reflection has become something I fear, I dread the time when I will look into that mirror. The pains in my stomach seem to never go away, It grumbles with hunger while in bed I lay. Every little bit of food I take in, Must come back up to make me thin. If I disobey anything you tell me to do, If I really swallow the food I chew. I must stick my finger down my throat once again, and all the food must come up despite the pain. You have become my only true friend; I fear the day our relationship must end. But I know that you are here for a while, so I hide our friendship behind a smile. Oh so help me to become beautiful and strong, I know that it is with you that I belong. 💔
Sharing my thoughts with you as given me all what I want to do…help others and make people happy.. because you all deserve..happiness and 💓…my experiences above, was when I was in a rehab centre..for two months last year..💔..😘
Suicidal tendencies 😢…
Days of endless struggle. More hopeful pills today, Trying to appear “normal” In some sort of way.
It seems that the struggle Is always here with me, And I wouldn’t be here now If guilt would leave me be.
I know there’s been many Who’ve had it worse than I, But that doesn’t always mean That I wouldn’t say good-bye.
People say I have a lot going for me. I’m sorry, but I just can’t see. I can’t see because my worst enemy Is not my life but inside of me.
Always on a roller coaster, Not much consistency. I’m nothing if I’m not up or down. I’m nothing if just “me.”
Very little energy, Wanting to stay in bed, Wishing to be enthusiastic Instead of feeling like I’m made of lead.
Wanting to be excited, Wanting to care for more, But when nothing makes sense, It’s hard to focus on the poor.
Cluttered mind, cluttered thinking. It’s hard to keep in touch With what is happening around me And not to worry too much.
I feel that everybody is better than me And that I can’t do anything right. This is how I’ve felt my whole dang life; It didn’t just start last night.
No confidence, no self-esteem. Everybody else is right. To speak my mind is to be a fool, So I just try to “sit tight.”
Any one of these problems Would be a heavy vice, But when you have them ALL Living seems like a roll of the dice.