blissfulreality

I am living in a world where you’re not “allowed” to feel or emote with abandon. Emotions are fluid.. they don’t need to be gaslit.

“You’re too sensitive”, “stop being so soft”, “you need to stop crying”… sound familiar? An apology is not a moral dilemma, but a psychological one within our society. We generally don’t intend to hurt the ones we love, but..

Loved ones can be some of the most triggering human beings in our lives. They sometimes may not cause the pain, but unintentionally enable a cycle and emotional environment that rewards honesty with punishment or judgment and silence with privilege. So for most people it’s easier to hide than be authentic.

Too often we take advantage of this relationship dynamic and mishandle our hearts without consequence. Every time I close my eyes all I hear is “Get Over It” as I try to fall asleep. A phrase used so often in many variations by our society.

Is compassion dead? Is it now expected for us to just get hurt and not cry? To be discarded and met with complete lack of accountability? To play victim when it fits our own biased feelings but not acknowledge when we’ve poorly handled someone else’s?

No matter your answer, we cannot dictate the path of other human beings. ”It’s a cruel world” should not be the mantra that shapes our emotional intelligence.

Healing personal trauma is the only way to truly protect our heart from destruction. An emotional journey to higher vibrations and spiritual freedom. A treasure hunt for one’s own Peace of Mind…an attempt to return our heart to its purest form.

I dream of the day I will be seen and heard with undeniable love and empathy. The night I can breathe with a sense of safety, warmth, and understanding around my deepest wounds and emotions. That will be the night I finally release my brick wall & electric fence guards from duty. The morning I wake up with a smile on my face and look in the mirror to say, “I’m Over It.”

Love is love. Forget the rules they made up. Let’s help each other by first helping ourselves.

💗✌🏽Peace.

See I move different, views different. Now we enjoying our views different. I took time to myself for reflection, thanking God for this fresh perspective. I’m the best part of this duo, but together we make big moves happen. Our connection is a blessing words can’t even fathom.

You are the perfect balance to my insanity. Knowledge is key to understanding me. Even in my complexities.. elevated conversations with more transparency. This bond is strong enough for TWO lifetimes. You’re my best friend, my lifeline.

Happy Birthday! 🖤🔐

Twenty-two months without seeing his face.

One of the hardest L’s she ever had to take.

He was trapped inside waiting to see their fate,

But she couldn’t relate…

Saying to herself, “Maybe it’s just too late.”

Like some fairy tales, time had lost its way,

and the King & Queen was no longer in play.

Until one Thursday morning…

Now, she’s here to stay.

His heart beating as she lay her head on his chest,

His hands caressing her body as she stares while he rests…

You ever wake up just smiling from ear to ear?

She whispered, “Damn. Thank God he made it here.”

Poison is holding in so much anger that you self-destruct. Poison is engaging in the pleasant ignorance around you just to be a headline in this week’s drama. Becoming the victim in every situation to relieve the pressure of having real world responsibilities. We tell ourselves we’re grown, but we refuse to actually grow-up. Poison is looking in the mirror and recognizing who you are, but refusing to acknowledge it. Let me take the time to suck the venom out of my heart, so that I don’t poison my soul. ♥

Drained. I turn my alarm off every morning and stare at the ceiling above me.  My body somehow still has the strength to get out of bed, take a long shower, brush my teeth, and wash my face.  Once I throw that last handful of hot water on my face, I open my eyes and I look in the mirror..

Today when I opened my eyes, I could not see anything.  My vision was so blurred, my hair was a mess, and my voice was gone. For the first time in a long time.. I was silent. A sermon was meant to be preached to me today. A story about David and a word from God encouraging me to keep fighting no matter how many times I get knocked down in battle. In the middle of the pastor’s sermon, an alarm went off in the building.. a loud siren that prompted everyone to clear out of the church.  As I saw the alarm sound and the pastor telling everyone to evacuate calmly, I realized that I too needed to sound the alarm.

I had to take a moment and tell every negative mind, spirit, and body in my atmosphere to evacuate immediately. Every feeling of discomfort, frustration, fear, and hatred was rushed out of my presence.  I decided to clean up my house.. because I could not take the chaos nor the clutter anymore.  The world’s perception and society’s expectations were piling up too much dirt on my mirror.. drama, deceit, doubt.  Now, when I open my eyes and take a look at myself.. I recognize who I am and what I stand for.

Today when I opened my eyes, I could see everything clearly.  My vision wasn’t blurred, my hair was beautiful, and my voice was strong. For the first time in a long time.. I was silent.

“I think we are well-advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be.”

Source: Happy Birthday, Joan Didion

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.” Why do you wake up every day? Seriously, what is your purpose?  Our “purpose” isn’t absolute. Purpose is a term of which the definition varies throughout personal experiences and emotional backgrounds.  We tend to wake up because we feel like we have to. Get out the bed and go be productive – you ARE alive.  So, are we ungrateful?  Maybe, we wake up because we’re afraid that we’ll miss something exciting. Someone’s purpose is inevitable. It is mostly an intangible desire to go forward or achieve, that is often suppressed by government jobs, orchestrated philanthropy, or corporate America. Purpose is a matter of the mind and heart. So why are we scared, again? Maybe..we’re all just scared of being human. Our world consists of a reality that is always promoting bliss. The pursuit of happiness, love, success, and wealth. As beautiful as it is.. we as humans cannot live for this without external validation. Life should be subjective. A free world; yet, we subconsciously are always seeking permission or approval from others on our thoughts, feelings, and beliefs. Maybe we do know that we’re good enough. Of course, we are confident in ourselves and our ability to survive. So I guess I’m scared of my natural instinct to self destruct. Human beings are obviously flawed. Physically, emotionally, and spiritually. Okay. Why not listen to your heart? It’s the purest form of honest opinion. Maybe we should stop entertaining our fears.. and start believing in our own way to live.  Self-Love is about harnessing a mental power that IS beyond measure. Your Truth.

 Nicki Minaj – Win Again 💗