Treasures Around Us

An interactive and impactful message to add to your own Mental Health journey or curriculum.

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Shift: A Poem Dedicated to Recovery

Today I smiled at my face in the mirror
For the first time in years
I picked up the pieces of what was a future
Whose weight once brought me to tears
I’m trading in my mask for some new mascara
And letting go to put time on my hands
The fog is thick and coated with wonder
But the clearing tells me I can

Shift into gear and drive out of the haze
Where demons dance on the roads of a maze
Where temptation dangles from every tree
And sin lives in shadows that no one can see

I wasn’t dizzy today when I lifted my head
So, I stretched to pat my own back
I’m re introducing myself to myself to forget
How to run with the pack
My goals spread their wings ’cause I’ve given them choices
So, I unite a need with a plan
While on my knees watching stained glass refelcting
I believe that I can

Shift into gear and drive out of the haze
Where the new air delivers a promise and praise
Where the truth doesn’t hurt ’cause it wears a new face
And I breathe to fill my soul of this place

 

to hear the version in song, click here

Crazy Talk

Crazy: when was it…how was it…that you last used that word? Did crazy describe a thought? Did crazy describe a thing? Did crazy describe a circumstance that threatened your comfort zone? Did crazy describe someone who, Heaven forbid, didn’t think or act the way you wanted them to? Is crazy a mental status? Our dictionaries say so. Is crazy a reaction to contrast? Our leaders say so.

We’re all crazy if crazy means different. That means you’re crazy. That means I’m crazy. Differences should strengthen relationships, not weaken them. But, strength requires sacrifice. Allow me to explain with a light hearted confession:

Parking lots…I don’t like them. They’re not the highest on the trigger list, but they almost always get the anxiety going. Anxiety is poor company. So, while I get front door service, my husband parks and walks alone. He walks alone with an empty hand that’s colder than mine because vestibules are heated. He walks alone by couples that are not separated by crazy. When we meet, he is kind. He always remains kind knowing that my illness hates his bucket list.

Does my crazy make me unlikeable or does it give me character? Is my husband crazy because he can overlook clutter or am I crazy because I can’t? Is he crazy for putting up with me or am I crazy for letting him?

When we define differences as crazy, we deny ourselves opportunities to interact. With that comes a risk of loss; the loss of more knowledge, the loss of more companionship. My daughter puts ketchup on her eggs and I think that’s gross. But, she will always be one of my favorite people.

Crazy is diverse. Crazy is crazy. If you open your mind, you may find something or someone that you don’t yet realize that you need. You need the person that walks alone in parking lots for you. You also need to accept the people that won’t. Crazy is diverse. Crazy is crazy. You need to love the person who puts their crazy aside to put yours first. You need to accept those who never will. That is their right.

My friend, you too have rights. You have the right to tolerate. You have the right to remove. You have the right to love. You have the right to practice caution. Above all, you have the right to live knowing with all of your heart that you are a treasure!

The Break Up

Hello, January. We need to talk.

But, before I begin, it’s important to know that the first pieces of these thoughts were formed years ago…when I wasn’t brave enough to confront you.

January, you disguise yourself as a new beginning but, you are nothing but a reason to procrastinate.

You are an enabler.

You want all of my changes for yourself so you throw obstacles at my goals all year.

By keeping my fear of failure at a distance, you’ve slowed my personal growth.

Now, I resent you.

January, I can no longer overthink your expectations.

And, I don’t need your bandwagon of resolution seekers to help me figure out where or who I need to be.

What if I don’t desire to be drastic?

What if I choose to just simply maintain?

January, my focus and motivation are greater than your need to control thanks to eleven other months.

From now on, a brand new start or simple change is going to happen when I want it to.

Good things come to those who wait.

Great things come to those who don’t.

It’s not you, it’s me.

 

Click here to watch the spoken word version.

The Season

You don’t need a season to tell you to buy, bake, clean, worry and feel exhausted.

It’s what you do all the time.

It’s the pressure you put on yourself that makes you feel this way.

You know it, but you can’t stop.

You know you’re loved, but you still feel alone.

You sing “Joy to the World,” but you still want to cry.

Breathe.

Breathe and be easy on yourself.

Take advantage of the early decorators energy.

Admit that their lights have positively distracted you more than once.

Don’t feel guilty. You are wired differently, but still a very good person.

Leave the dust on the floor. You can create a beautiful environment in many other ways.

Serve the imperfect cookie and be proud that you tried.

Make a gift for someone and think about how much they mean to you the whole time.

Don’t make a wish list. It will lessen your appreciation for what you already have…which is enough.

Put your change in the red bucket and be grateful you can afford to.

Celebrate what YOU celebrate. Don’t be offended by differences. Learn from them.

Smile when it’s hard. Remember that you are not alone.

And remember as the sleigh bells ring and also when the robins sing

That you made it through another one…

Beacuse YOU are a treasure.