May 2019 Archive

Meghan Markle delivered! Isn’t she fantabulous!

Meghan Markle

I picked it as a boy. The bump was so high. How could it not be a boy!
It was the baby delivery we were all were waiting for! We all wish her and Harry the best. I remember my oldest son was difficult from the get-go 🙂
I didn’t get the natural birth as he was breech. His legs came out kicking after the doctors tried to turn him (an inversion)
He was so tall! I ran interference for him continuously! Oh I could tell you the stories. And now he’s 6ft”3 and playing American Football. Defensive on the Line. The first time he played he took out the Tackle and the Guard and the Coach said you’re gonna take us all the way to the NFL with this aggressiveness! 🙂

Anyway, I just shared on Instagram how my blog was about the Beauty and Pain!
I have taken this from a blog: Drugs over Dinner.Org:

People don’t know how to deal with consciousness. We’re programmed to believe that the only thing real is what we think and believe. Our culture doesn’t teach that there’s an alternative to living in our heads, so we’re stuck in these thoughts and they torture us. People who’ve been hurt so much that they can’t stand it anymore have to find something to do. Otherwise, it’s like sitting in a fire. It’s completely understandable that people struggle with addiction.

he stories we replay in our minds about our lives are so painful. That’s what drives some people to drugs. The stories are painful, and they just keep playing, and we keep reacting and reinforcing them. My best solution after being though a lot is to get out and garden! 🙂 And draw lots of smiley faces! And keep up with current events!

From my garden. Just to show that not every rose has a thorn 🙂

Yeah that’s shit. Everyone knows every rose has a thorn. But our boys grow and surprise us 🙂

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Did I tell you what else hurts! The stories people leave you with.

One of my favs was honest Kev! Did I talk about 9/11? I think I did. When I hung outwith honest Kev, my heart broke for him. His dad cleaned up in the aftermath you see; his Dad was dying because of this.Mesothelioma.  His Dad is dying after cleaning up post-9/11. Kev had a coke habit. Kev was such a good guy and he always treated me like a lady!
One of the guys; people who love you will love you and sing your praises!

This one is for Kev! 🙂

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Write hard and clear about what hurts.” ~ Ernest Hemingway

 

It’s all very difficult to front up and say this: I’ve been on a journey. If you know me personally, you will know this.

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Scroll to see the back story! It’s been six months in the making! Now I have some peace of mind. After an arduous journey, I find peace and simplicity in my garden and walking my dog 🙂
The hardest task is to write hard and clear about what hurts! I could say that I had fallen down the rabbit hole of addiction, again! I was well aware that I was physically compromised at the age of 26. I gave up drinking for an entire decade. All my children were born when I was sober. For a decade. Did this protect me, No! Asshole alcohol!
I moved to California after giving up abstinence and at first , my excitement and love of life protected me. Then I found myself on a roller-coaster. I was completely honest with my friends. I’ve had to sometimes medically give up alcohol in case I suffered bad events from giving up too quickly. This is hard to admit to. In America you are expected to be a cookie cutter Mom! On one level it is fabulous! Who doesn’t want to live on a screen set! And on another level I feel like I’m set up for high expectations This is not an excuse. This is me. I’m in my early forties, a driver today said I looked around thirty.  Even if I have a booze habit (receding behind me) I’ll take the compliment!

Haha!
From now on, once I lose the stupid craving and depression from giving up alcohol, I will strive to give you tips on living well.
I have met so many people. I have met fellows with PTSD. We sat around a table once and we were all shaking. I learnt that one had been airlifted from 9/11 to Kabul with five days notice. Thereupon after digging limbs from the rubble in 9/11, and upon arrival in Kabul, they were confronted with a canteen that had bullet marks head height.  A rain of them. If this guy had been there a day before, he might not have been alive. Another guy had to refuel bombers in midair. There was no room for mistakes.
I learned that PTSD can be caused by an absent Dad with mental health issues. My Mom was awesome by the way. But it takes one person in the wrong place to cause indelible harm. I want to speak to all of you. There are so many hurt and injured. From the girl who took off from treatment (trigger) to the Tenderloin and was raped at gunpoint.
It’s such a struggle.An everyday struggle. I love you all. (Trigger) My hairdresser who was raped at the age of four and all of the numerous friends who have recounted straight faced  their time when the big bad wolf got them. This includes guys. The Catholic church hung crosses around the necks of boys ho were vulnerable. They were marked as prey.
Dear friends. There is peace. And hope. The road is worthwhile.

 

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