Pain

One step at a time, Brenda. You can't bypass the rings of a lifetime ladder or you'll break your neck. One rung - one hurt to face. By the time you reach the bottom of your past, you will be strong enough to face whatever awaits.  

Believe that, because it's true.  

xo
 

thank you Sage one writing helps quite a bit.. I found myself staying away from the site because I had no beauty to contribute but realized my pain was eating at me and I needed to let it out or I would cave.. I'm not going to I will write about it instead.. your continued love and support is deeply felt and appreciated..

love Brenda

There is beauty in pain just as there is joy. It allows us to grow through experience. thank you for sharing with us. xo

"I realize I've never healed
from the traumas of my youth" > and there lies the key!

I think every addiction and every illness is a symptom of a deeply rooted underlying trauma
Realizing that is the first step towards healing and as Ahavati says: one step at a time

Stay strong, dear Crim!

Your heart may never be "healed," but even so, it can damn sure rise about it,, Brenda!

Such pain has inspired such a beautiful artist!

This reminds me of one of my favorite quotes.

Sometimes you must HURT in order to KNOW, FALL in order to GROW, LOSE in order to GAIN. Because life's GREATEST LESSONS are learned through PAIN! (Author unknown)

i feel you vein deep here, brenda
xo
sending you love & hugs

Brenda.. i know you will overcome.. i love the honesty in your ink.. love you!!




Dave

there's NO such thing as safe-house and that goes for the entity that is the title of this poem. We have nothing but empathy for you Brenda, and the trauma of the past will be there. You have nailed it's coffin and buried it long time ago. What remains visible is the epitaph and you're doing an excellent job of writing on it one poem at a time.. never say you don't have anything beautiful to contribute.. you don't have love for us?? don't you share it amongst us here both with your art and beautiful words and actions here? you are here, with us for good!

I was a fuck up in high school.  It's now many many years later and I can't go to my reunions.  Because even though I'm successful now, I'm paralyzed with being identified with my crappy past.   Shit haunts you,  I get it.  
Dig
x

we are not necessarily who we are meant to be - sometimes we are taken for the ride and there is very little we can do about it (regardless of what book wisdom says) all we can do is find a way to express ourselves into contentment - that takes many forms and is our own way of expressing little victories :-)

Hey! but what the fuck do I know, right :-)

:(... Praying for you friend

I would agree with Ahavati.  We can't take on the world of pain and damage all at once, it has to be tread step by step.  Remember...it doesn't matter how fast you're going...forward is still forward.  Much love...
Willow

some days dear B, its one minute at a time and on some of those days the pain is worse...we are only as tough as our weakest moment..love to you babe. <3

IM[honest]O,
I don't think anyone ever heals from any form of trauma or abuse;
one just tends to mask it with whatever is convenient to others
so that they don't have to deal with it.
You, my Queen, will find your own "healing" when YOU are ready.
Just keep doing what you're doing to survive.
No one has any right to judge you.
Not even I.
~much love to you, Devlin

My Beautiful Brenda...you know what I told you this afternoon....if you realize the root issue, there is where your healing will begin...facing and dealing with that is what will continue you on your road of success....this is a huge step...and shows your will to succeed and survive at this battle which you are facing head on...and THAT takes a lot of bravery lovely one...I am so proud of you...always....

I love you so much!

xoxo Taryn

Even a troubled soul is beautiful, Crim, and yours is no exception...

Hi i'm theo loved your poem I too feel often the same .sorry not offering any quick fix just want you to know your poem gets me high

thanks for sharing this crim. I relate to this more than most poems about our shared struggle.

<3

You're wise to realize addiction can never be cured.  It's always there, waiting for a moment of weakness.  I feel your "Pain," Crim.  Great job!

This poem overflows with Despair and pain and yes there is a promise land. Keep fighting.

Pain- such a universal badge.
Whereas happiness is the only true and wanted drug.
Forever the addicts print is bold!!!

Well, I'm sure that I sound like a broken record here, but I find that it's quite possible to resist if you take it one day at a time. Consider each day a new victory,  albeit a small one. That's really all you can do. Unless you plan on deconstructing your life and basically starting over completely. Anyways,  great ink. Very relatable

Knowledge  I dig it