I am grateful for the opportunity to be featured on Beautiful Disasters blog. Below is a screenshot of half the story as well as the link if you’d like to check out the full story. I hope you all have a fun and safe weekend. I also hope that everyone is enjoying the holiday season.
Love, D
If I can live through this, I can do anything… -Fall Out Boy
I don’t have friends, I got family… -Dominic Torreto
These days personality aspects such as honesty, loyalty, compassion and kindness are becoming a rarity found in us humans. Being able to trust, to count on and to be able to confide in without suspicion or fear of loose lips is unbalanced.
I, myself, have a hard time trusting others therefore have difficulty opening up. Once upon a time ago I didn’t have these qualities, my heart resided on my left sleeve and my thoughts as open as a best selling book. Life, however, tossed in a handful of toxic humans causing a ripple effect that set up walls.
While trust from another must be installed into my cerebral before entrance into my personal side is given, there are those that have always been my rocks. These gold hearts know the inside outs of my interworkings, they’ve seen my best and stood by me at my darkest. My back is always protected, as their’s are too. Their tongues aren’t sharpened with judgment or toxicity, their ears are always open. And, even though certain words may sting, these beautiful people say them in a caring manner.
These people are my squad, we look out for one another.
These are the people whom I’ll ride through any storm for, I know they’d do the same.
No matter how chaotic life gets. No matter where life takes us on this globe, we are eternally bonded.
These people are my boomerangs.
These are the type of people you need to have in your squad, in your life.
Be strong enough to delete toxic forms from your atmosphere and cherish your boomerangs.
In Trench I’m not alone, these faces facing me, they know what I mean… -Twenty One Pilots
I am thankful for my family, they’ve always got my back and visa-versa…
I am thankful for my friends, they’re always there reminding me to breathe when I’m stressing about my writing. Together for the good times, the crazy times and the adulting in between…
I am thankful for my life, a few times meeting with Grim, but we always parted ways. We have an agreement that I’ll call him when I’m ready to kiss this world goodbye. But, not for a long time, I’ve got things to do…
I am thankful for art, the music saved me and the writing keeps me challenged. Cooking keeps my taste buds happy and movies keep entertaining. Books continue to educate and transport while drums are perfect at releasing stress…
I am thankful for sand and ocean, they’re my therapist, my sanctuary, my home…
I am thankful for these weird twisted dreams, they make for creative written or drawn creations…
I am thankful for the past (every dark moment, bully, surgery, scars, toxic relationship) for it has made my mind sharper, my bones stronger and my heart more selective…
I am thankful for stormy days, they force me to take a break and recharge…
I am thankful for gardens, they hold lessons and life…
I am thankful for the future, it’s unknown identity is exciting…
Lastly, I am thankful for you. Your strange existence in my head is confusing yet sparkling…
I am thankful.
Reminiscing the lessons taught while planting colorful life into the garden…
Reminiscing the wisdom embedded into every drop of ink that resides behind my right ear…
Remember, that while one should work hard building their career, remember to take time to have fun. For when you’re 80, sitting on your front porch sipping on that iced tea, you want to have endless memories not endless regret…
Reminiscing every time I dug too far inside my head as the doctors chose their choice of scalpel, yet you were there to calm my young mental anxiety…
Reminiscing trips to the beach. Every sun filled day and bonfire filled sunset. Sand, ocean and family. The place I said farewell to you, the place I go to talk to you…
Reminiscing the times spent sneaking off to the “hardware store” to enjoy a scoop of butter pecan…
Reminiscing holidays, tutoring my mind with Algebra and your date nut pinwheel Christmas cookies…
Remembering that day you left this planet, an illness riddled body that Cancer attacked while Parkinson’s shook your bones…
Remembering the angered tears that drained from my broken heart as the family said their goodbyes…
Now, today…eleven years and I take today to pay tribute to you, a legend that was my best friend…
A life lived as a Son..Brother..Friend..Soldier in the Navy..Husband..Father..Businessman..Grandfather..Wise Legend.
Find your grandparents or someone of age, pay some respect for the path that they paved..for life they were dedicated, now that should be celebrated…
-Twenty One Pilots
You never stomped on any of my ideas, goals or dreams. You never started any conversation with the words âNoâ or âCanâtâ. Creativity and hard work were always the cards played to help me achieve my newest project. From Tap and Ballet lessons⌠art sets so that I could sketch out my imagination⌠my drum set days for band during my elementary and Jr. High years⌠finding a love for cooking which now means weâve upgraded from colored pencils and drumsticks to sharp knives and fire⌠my fascination with the sharpness and beauty of words resulting in my dream of one day becoming an author.
Thank you for never giving up on me, even when I gave up on myself. Thank you for always believing in the person that Iâve become and showing me the power that unconditional love has. Thank you for being my Maâ đ
You may not realize, but you have been one of the biggest impacts in my life. You never judged me, you never felt pity towards me and you never treated me differently because of my EB. You taught me what true friendship meant and what it means to have ones back. To never judge based on the outside cover and most importantly⌠The only approval you need in life is your own. I could confide anything with you and know that it wasnât going to be next dayâs gossip. You and I are different yet the same in a variety of aspects. And I want you to know that youâre not just a friend, youâre family. I love you man! đ No matter where life may take us, no matter the distance driven between us, I am always here for youâŚNo matter what. Just light up that Bat signal in the night skyâŚIâll be there.
Happy Birthday Shadow…đ¤
What’s my age again… -Blink 182
Hey guys, hope you’re having an awesome day, afternoon or night. I thought I’d share an excerpt from my book with you. Below is part of the opening letter that I have written to you, the reader. I hope you enjoy it and feel free to share your thoughts. đ¤
**How yâall doinâ? Perfectly imperfect I hope. Well, I come to you today because I have a favor to ask of you. I need you to do me a kindness. Donât worry, it wonât take up much of your time and it doesnât cost a single shiny Lincoln, however, it does require a few ounces of brain power and an open space in your heart. I have a story for you⌠Yes, I know what youâre thinking, âOh great, another book about a nobodyâs life. A tale of how a nobody had a great childhood then hit a pot hole or two while growing up, but in the end found herself and had a happily ever after.â Well congrats, you are 50% correct. This is indeed a tale of a nobodyâs life, however, the bits about finding herself and having a happily ever are slightly off. My tale is about a young girl born with an unwanted label cemented onto her forehead, a label that cast a beautiful curse upon her heart. Do you know what it feels like to be a happy kid and then to have that rug pulled from under your feet? To go from feeling broken to damaged to completely worthless in one swift motion? How about wanting so much to fit in that it starts to break you down into a reflection that your 20/20 vision can no longer make out? To be marked as âdifferentâ?
I have a story to tell you, a story filled with happiness drowned out by brokenness, sprinkled with darkness and topped with a delicious suicide attempt. Served alongside is a refreshing shot of completely losing oneâs self, ending in rebuilding an underdog to become an invincible version of a beautifully imperfect human.
So here we are; just you and I sitting in a cozy place getting ready for the story that I have to tell. Now whether you listen or not is your decision…
I’m just a problem that doesn’t wanna be solved… -Fall Out Boy
So here I am sharing a few shining pieces of these letters about the people that protect my stitched scars. Embrace its honesty and pass on its contagiousness.**
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