A conversation about anger

A conversation between Me and Mini-Me on Anger. Hope you enjoy this, Cheryl-Lynn

Originally written in January 2014. When I saw someone reblog this today, I thought to myself, “Hmm, did I write this?” I sure did and often I would suprise myself writing on Sreejit’s prompts at The Seekers Dungeon. Well I decided to repost this here because school is starting up REAL soon and it does touch thoughts on Bullying. Clr 2014/08/23

A conversation about Anger with Mini-Me (MM)

Me: What do you think is meant by Anger?
Mini Me: It is what it is, right?

Me: but what might that be?
Mini Me: It’s an emotion,
a deep feeling.

Me: but is it sometimes a ruse?
some kind of manipulation?
like the result of a short fuse.
Mini Me: Well (sigh) then it might
have become sort of a weapon; alright.

Me: Like … of mass destruction, you say?!
MM: heh, heh! good one, I like that analogy.
I suppose…

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There is hope

Despair became her friend
sadness wrapped her like a blanket
Drinking, harming her new trend;
death seemed like her only target,
woke up mornings and saw grey
looked outside and just saw clouds
Praying, hoping was her way
now the pain just screamed too loud.
had no clue that there was hope
there are people who assist
teaching different ways to cope
seeing lifelines on a list
she decides, give life a try
called a youth line late one night
realized she needn’t die
Gave life a chance, saw the light.
Sure am glad she called that night.

Don’t give up when times are bleak
Talk to someone soon this week;
if you’re scared, check a helpline
they may become your true lifeline!
They’re always open, day and night
They never close…so call, alright?

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My Verse – reunified

My Verse

(Tanka)

Reunified me,
An old flame gleamed from afar.
WE are glowing now.
Writing, reading, speaking, bliss
Poetry blew me a kiss.

Prompt for FreeWriteFriday

Free Book

Spiderman Bows His Head

A true act of kindness…just beautiful!

Kindness Blog

: ‘gottagetthat88mph’ wrote:
“The bravest kid that ever lived. He loved superheroes, firefighters, and had neuroblastoma. He began to decline rapidly and the firefighters threw him a party with Batman, Superman, and Spiderman. Spidey never left his side, not even for a second.”

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And to Our Children We Leave Nothing

A beautiful poem about the sad fate we leave our children…we do leave them something…suffering, fear, hunger, tragically too much to fend for themselves, shame on us!

Compassion heals Pain

Cropped Photo: Mural street art – Montréal, October 2013 © Cheryl-Lynn Roberts

Pain has become my best friend forever
that actually makes me feel alive…
without it?
I’m not sure I would survive.

Acceptance is the magic key
prognosis of a puzzling condition
he who has a medical degree
diagnosed a painful affliction.

But rather than sink into despair
I simply trudge on anywhere
and work with passion at my career
filled with compassion that is so dear
and knowing that my fate is clear
destined to help, soothe a hurt soul
I feel blessed fulfilling this role.

Nothing better than to give…
listen, care, help them forgive
yet not regress but live again
and moving on, learn to let go
of their past hurts and childhood pain.

To feel a physical pain inside
simply confirms that I’m alive.
And when I think of those who stride
war and poverty, still survive;
how dare that I consume self-pity
and whimper meagre aches and pains
when those who suffer ‘round the world
of hunger, rape …do they complain?
They only ask for peace … petty portions
of cease-fire, gain some liberation
and tranquil minds, and scanty rations
… what so often we take for granted.

Pain has become my best friend
that actually makes me feel alive
without it?
I’m not sure I would survive.

I feel so humbled to assist
these youths who suffer silently
and reach out to us for a list
of ways to live positively.

And then I try to instill hope
that will in time conquer despair
and offer skills to help them cope
until they learn to truly care
and turn their life ‘round for repair.

I feel so humbled to assist
these youths who suffer silently
and reach out to us for a list
of ways to live positively.

Poetry share, prompt 37 for MindLoveMisery – Unavoidable Pain

Motivation

Photo credits: Kellie Elmore

James’ wife had left him and took the children too. She told him it was no longer safe with his alcohol induced rages. He lost his job. He still drank day after day, night after night. He’d finally hit the lowest of lows. What could he do? His friends shunned him, his family no longer trusted him and now he was alone.

James tried selling house items that might give him more cash for “drink” but soon there was little left. He called his favourite aunt and asked for help. She offered to bring him to hospital for detox and from there he would have to decide his future. He called Alcoholics Anonymous. He wanted his family back, he wanted his self-respect back…and that motivated him to work the programme (AA) until he could find the courage to ask his wife to take him back.

Every day he went to meetings. His sponsor was a kind man and after 6 months, he offered James a good job. He was originally a brilliant Chartered Accountant and his sponsor saw his potential in offering him this opportunity.

He worked long hours and continued with his meetings. After he got his one year chip, James asked his wife if she would consider getting back with him so they could be a family again. His love for his wife and family motivated him to persevere with this difficult struggle with addiction.

Many years passed and the family fell apart eventually again. James had drifted into over working and dating many women. He lived a single life far away from his family and over the years he slipped back into his addiction. He’d been faced with adversity, pain and suffering and he could not handle it.

James eventually found his true love…his purpose to motivate him to stop drinking again. His love for himself…to regain his self-respect he had to find love for self first.

The End.

Story prompted from DungeonPrompts, Season 2, Prompt #1 Motivation

Interpretations differ of Dec.24th

Photo credits: Wikipedia Images

(Tanka)

Christmas Eve joy

Hosting my loved ones

We eat, drink, giggle a lot

mostly we just love.

Snow falling, blessing the earth

Kids awaiting ol’ Saint Nic.

Photo credits: Baby Jesus Christmas Nativity

(Haiku)

Christmas Eve – hallowed

Midnight mass we pray.

Celebrate the birth of Christ

Rejoice in our prayers.

Better late than never, having been away for the holidays. This is in response to Prompt, 006 Wedrinkinspiration

Bye Bye 2013!

2013 was a busy year for me filled with surprises, many learning experiences and one huge discovery…my love for writing and I am getting better day by day!

I have written about my surprise and gratitude in receiving the Queen`s Diamond Jubilee Medal and to be able to get to Toronto to receive it with my colleagues made it all the more special and meaningful. I can`t find the words to say how grateful I am and to be among many wonderful amazing people who were also honoured that night. One woman whom I admire for her courage and her compassion is Pam. She has suffered such a tragic loss and yet with her compassion she found the determination and the courage to go to schools to give a powerful message…there is help…suicide is not the answer and Kids Help Phone is one safe place that youths can reach out to. Bless you, Pam, for doing what you do…you have no idea how much you have touched so many hearts. I feel privileged to have met you in person.

2013 was a difficult year in that more youths reached out with very very serious issues. I am not sure if that means youths are struggling more OR if it means that they are finally realizing that there is a youth line that may just be able to support them. If it is the latter, I say, good on you for the courage and trust you put in this help line. I feel privileged being a part of this support and honoured to listening to youths who are looking for guidance and a helping ear.

I am grateful for having 2 amazing adult children and a grandson in my life. I know may sound mushy and a bit old to them when I get all weepy thinking how much I love them, but hey, that`s the way it is when you love your kids, right?

This past year I was fortunate winning 2 tickets to see Oprah on her grand tour with her inspirational message. WoW! What an experience. I am pleased I was able to share this with my son and that he even accepted to go with me. I think 98% of the people there were women…so, yeah, he was pretty brave too…hehe.

After 4 years of searching for an organization to volunteer my services, I finally found a great place. Ami-Quebec which has run for 35 years is the ONLY anglophone agency in Quebec that offers support to families and friends, counselling and peer support with those suffering with mental health conditions. Over the years it has widened its outreach outside of Montreal by offering webinars and teleconferences so English-speaking people in areas far from Montreal can receive the same educational services. I feel privileged to be volunteering here and to have received some enriching training as well.

Friends are family to me. Life could not be as fulfilled or enriched without these special friends both in Quebec and in Ontario. They make me laugh and they hold me when I need to cry. I am so grateful having them in my life. Thank you for being in my life, merci d’en faire partie dans ma vie…vous ne pouvez savoir à quel point que votre appui me touche.

Speaking of Ontario…well, my cousin and his wife who is really like my sister and their son who is so precious and amazing and of course their parents…(my ma tante and uncle) my second mom and dad away from home give me so much and more. Their home is like my resort where I can unwind, get pampered and just “be”…yes, I would say I come back feeling Zen!

I am grateful having the health to be able to continue working fulltime in a career that is so fulfilling and gratifying.

I have to say that the WordPress community has also touched me in so many ways. It is a support, encouraging and enlightening. I have learned and continue to learn about many issues especially mental health with my blog Stigma Hurts Everyone and reading about experiences people are generous enough to share. Now why would I even think of going on Facebook when WordPress is feeding so many facets of my life? Oh, yeah, I know…to keep in touch with friends and to share my blog posts…yeah, that`s why.

Last but not least, my lovely feline friend who loves me unconditionally and if I don`t give her attention, she definitely lets me know!

I don`t quite believe in making New Year`s resolutions but I will TRY to walk more, would like to start Yoga again and perhaps swimming as well. Let`s see how well I do there. I do have a spiritual outlet however, which is writing more poetry and narratives. Some day I may even compile some to self-publish…or at least to give to my close friends and family.

Happy New Year and wishing everyone peace and health in 2014. Let`s get a bit more involved in the environment…that would be nice if we all did our part.

Blessings,

Cheryl-Lynn, January 2, 2014

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