Personal Monday: An inspirational Story

Today we are so excited and beyond delighted to share with you our very first post. A personal story of love and hope, honesty and encouragement, it is beautifully written from the heart of our dear friend who, each day, inspires so many through her own personal journey..


Every morning she would be shaken awake by her body as a plea. She would lie, staring at the darkness ever suffocating and wonder, will it be nothing, or everything today?
She would reach, creaking, a statue of intertwining hand and limb but see not only flesh but fire, burning the eyes of innocence that lay beneath her burning veil.
The clock downstairs was ticking, resonating louder. The day was upon, the sun still shallow. She knew it was time for her to face herself, but it was not herself she saw.
Life would move but she would stay the same, not by nature but by force, a force must greater than she. Of what she saw she wasn't envious, only afraid. How could they laugh at lives severity? it was they who were insane. In a whirlwind of self obsession she stood centre, so perplexed by the paradox of it's purpose.'How can I be all at once?' she would wonder, or at once, nothing at all?

Days past and she began to forget, nothing left that she could recall. A haze of moments of what was behind or in front, never considering what was beside. Everybody lies to her now, their words laced with venom of a different kind. Alone she stood with one guiding voice of manipulation, greed and vice. It was safety, but it was hatred. It was disguised as life, but it was only bitter death.

Soon all things were wrong and her world full of poison, it was hard to find the good in anything when destruction was intertwined even in the purest intentions. All harm had come but she felt no pain, only one residing feeling. No remnants of a life once lived, just dwelling in the currents of turmoil surging unrelenting, painfully lapping at her insides.

In the mist the clock was now deafening. Her time was really running- further from the present. Questions fired like an assault canon from all directions - why? when? how much? why not?. A hatred of self so deep, her ragged flesh, her wretched mouth. Repulsed, she no longer wanted to live out this promoted stoicism but she couldn't stop, she was a prisoner of her own mind.

She saw, she realised, what had she done?. She crumbled under the iron fist, behind iron doors. She was weighed down by iron clothes, iron intentions. She felt no hope, she felt nothing, only wished - to feel even the jealousy she once felt grudgingly for those who could be 'happy'. She felt broken, alien, a sinner - as undeserving of life as she was of the darkness , look at all she had done, did she even deserve to feel?

From the ruins we build a city and in the city the people flourish.

Slowly, she was shown how to see. Reluctant but willing she tried. When she opened her eyes, acid stained, she saw a world of colour, still far away but there for her to marvel. New people, moving left and right full of creative independence, astonishing, living their lives neither with or against, just being. A perpetual fascination, it's meaning changing everyday. She wasn't right or wrong but she could question. Her tongue no longer severed she could speak, not only speak but really say. It's still far but it's coming, and thats more than something to hold on to. Through others herself she will find, through herself she will find others.

Never underestimate the hope, its definition arcane but it's presence ever important.
We need others, we need to show we care - darkness isn't forever, the morning comes, sun rising and we can see again. Don't be blinded by the deception of your burdens.I feel so strongly when I see these people that don't know themselves, they don't know the impact they have, the raw, human beauty they project. Everyone deserves to live, not just survive. Peoples pain touches everyone, and we all wish for eyes to open wide and see the world, really see - it's impeccably imperfect and as a race we are learning not only to accept, but to grow.
You made a believer out of me, we all make believers of one another.

You can save a life with a smile, a word, a human touch - and please know that everyday, that life can be your own.


Thanks to the and only R, for her invaluable contribution and heartfelt story of honesty and hope.

Have a wonderful Monday and know that no matter how dark things may seem or how low you may find yourself, opening your eyes, mind and heart is all it takes to see the light, moving towards the life you deserve to live.. Because as the story above so rightly says, "everyone deserves to live, not just survive!."

Dare To Live SOS

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