This isn’t true for every child but I’ve come to realize in my household, Routines are essential. My Husband, who is currently sitting behind me as I write this, says they are essential because he doesn’t like change. We won’t discuss this in any further detail. He’s a butt. However, for children and especially in my stepdaughter’s case, its a form of security. Continue reading →
Something I figured out, a little to late unfortunately, was always be prepared for anything when it comes to Labor and Delivery. I was looking forward to a natural labor, and had a bag packed ready to go with the only thought being that I’d have a vaginal, normal delivery and then go home in 24 hours.
I started this post over a couple times already trying to figure out how I’m going to write this out while still fitting into my goals for writing. I only want to try my best to always write from a positive and uplifting stance. I find that on this particular topic I’m a little unequipped to do that effectively and exactly the way I’m thinking. Surviving divorce is not glamorous or easy and for some it can be the struggle of a lifetime.
With the recent announcement of the divorce of #brangelina, I find that this particular topic is becoming more and more prevalent in our society. This one goes out to you who are looking for a little guidance through divorce.
I wanted to start off this blog just right and make my first official post a little bit more personal. This is my chance to really put it all out there and let you, my readers, get to know the woman behind the digital screen and keyboard. Who am I, what else do I do besides blog, where am I from, any when questions if there are some and lastly, Why? So, lets get started!
If you’ve taken the time to read the About the Author page, you’ll already know my name is Danielle. I am the daughter of a retired navy vet aka Dad and an
intelligent college graduate, majoring in business management aka Mom. Lets just say I come from a long line of military and intelligent people. I am also a sister to two sisters, and then the youngest of us all would be my brother, making me the head rooster. My first sister, Chelsea, has two boys making me an Auntie! My next sister, Kaitlyn, is a college graduate majoring in music and is a private lessons teacher. As I told you, a line of intelligent people. Lastly, certainly not least by any means, is my little brother Alex. He is in his last year of high school and looking to go into the medical field as a nurse.
Today was the first day in a while that I’ve had a ‘normal’ ( well my kind of normal ) day. I’m starting to feel more and more like myself. Its taken time, and conscious effort on my part to work on myself. This process has been anything and everything but easy. There are times I still cry for no reason, or will lay awake at night just staring at the ceiling.
Sometimes, when all is consumed in shade and silence, an ache creeps upon me stealing away my peace. First it’s weight bears heavily upon my breast. Then, slowly, as if with a dull instrument it begins to hollow away at my chest. The metal burns against my flesh, singeing all it touches. Flesh burns away, decaying inch by inch. The rotting putrid scent engulfs my senses. The ache bears down upon my body, flesh in shreds and my body nothing but a barren husk as my soul is consumed in darkness.
I open my mouth to scream from behind the flames, as they rise around me. I choke on the smoke and cinders, tears boiling against my skin. Gasping, hand out stretched, can you reach me? Water cleanse me. I beg of thee, release me of this misery. Refresh and quench my soul. death and destruction is all I see. Water pour and restore the balance. Give me life.
The rain. Cascades. The rushing sound of wind against the glass. Sheets impaling themselves upon sullen objects. Echoing in the hollows, their deathly screams and cries of pain. Each drop a tear from heavens eyes. The unspoken words and sobs of the broken hearted and down trodden.
All is well within my soul. Slowly it decays, the bacteria of death slowly consuming it piece by painful piece. A smile beneath the gentle kiss of the sun. All is well within my soul. Until the moon brings truth in her watchful eye. The hollow cries in the eve. All is well within my soul. All is well.
The truth is hard to come by and sometimes when we do, it’s even harder to swallow. We may even find ourselves fighting against it. The funny thing about truth is it never goes away. It will always be there shining brightly. We can try so hard to cover it or hide it in shrouds, but the truth will always find a way to shine through anyways. Continue reading →