People often say that, ‘Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,’ and I say that the most liberating thing about beauty is realizing that you are the beholder. This empowers us to find beauty in places where others have not dared to look, including inside ourselves.
~ Salma Hayek
Hello everyone. I know I said that on Friday, I would have the poem and blog post up. I had forgotten all about it. I am so sorry. I feel horrible right now. But I am writing now. I will include the poem in it at the end. And I will make another blog post tomorrow because I owe it to all of you.
So, the last week has been very hard for me. My second mom hadn’t been on her medication until today. She had cried over a lot of things; some were minor and some were major. I had felt alone for a while. My biological mom had paid attention to my second mom so much because of all the drama.
Finally, after seeing the Hunger Games on Friday night, we had a talk about why my second mom was feeling the way she was. I had a huge meltdown and told my mom how I felt she wasn’t paying much attention to me much anymore. She apologized a lot and told me she was never leaving me and that I was a part of her, her flesh and blood. I don’t feel alone anymore, and my second mom is back on meds.
Speaking of meds, I have stayed on them for a couple weeks, so my sanity is at a high level. My sanity lowered a bit because I had been procrastinating about writing. Finally, I pushed myself to edit more. I edited the rest of chapter 2, which I will re-edit after editing the rest of my other chapters that I had written so far. I will do the same to the others. I also switched chapters 3 and 4. It seemed necessary.
My tics have been high and low, but mainly low. The medication has been helping and so have my new gummies. Yes, I have new gummies for right now until we have enough money to get the other ones. But these gummies are actually very good, have a lot of Omega-3 and vitamins, and there are a lot more of them.
So, I am making this blog post a little short, but here is my poem that I promised all of you. I haven’t written poetry on here in forever:
A tear runs down my cheek.
I don’t want to wipe it away.
I am fearful, lonely.
I don’t want to feel this way, but I do.
I stare into the darkness as my enemy.
I grow to hate it. It is what makes me depressed.
I feel alone. Am I alone?
I don’t know.
I can’t see anything or anyone.
I am in my own corner, crying and hoping.
Hoping for joy and relief. Hoping for a light to bring me back to my true self.
A smile or two would be nice.
Is there anyone out there to help me? There is.
There is! I see her.
She reaches out her glowing hand. I look up at her.
She smiles and I grab her hand.
A smile starts to stretch across my face.
My mother has come and rescued me.
I love her. And, she has shown her love for me.
I will always remember that moment.
Question of the week: Because of the new timeline for all pages, what do you think should be my new cover? I hope you all have a fantastic day! :)