I Am a Ship Wreck… (child molestation, abuse, neglect, cancer, rape, domestic violence, suicide attempt, depression, robbery, assault, incarceration, bondage) Survivor.
As a “Ship Wreck Survivor” my glass is always half full and on many occasions overflowing I have been through too much and survived too much to sink, capsize.
You.. survived any/all of the above congratulations. Celebrate you!!!
Going through what appears unmanageable storm, be encouraged. If you made it through that surely you can make it through this(whatever your this is)
Initially I took offense to hearing they are crazy, that word is shared so loosely especially in the media. After self evaluation and deep thought and observing others, I find it not so much offensive anymore. So here I ask the question are you so crazy? Or are you just crazy?
If you are typically the life of a party, upbeat, high strung, fun, adventurous, full of humor then you are more likely to hear you are “so crazy” that can be great on the regular but can become annoying to some. On the flip side if people tend to avoid you, silence you, frown upon, dismissing your observations you then you may likely be “just crazy”.
If you were suddenly independently wealthy, how would you spend your time? What positive change would you bring to the world?
This is the season for gift giving, feasting, reminiscing. Elf and Santa hats, red and green attire. For some festive and for others ugly sweaters. Crowds everywhere the shopping mall, grocery store, packed streets and sidewalks.
There you are going with the flow, participating in the festivities. Accepting invitations, buying gifts, cooking, baking and the like. Life of the party you are, giving, caring but you have a very well kept secret. Little does anyone know, you are lonely. The dreadful feeling of disconnect. After the dinners, shopping and parties there you are with you. How could this be?? You the problem solver, most generous, life of the party, tons of contacts and friends on social media.
Tuck the kids in, husband/mate resting and there you are up all night. Just you and your thoughts.
Then there you are returning to your empty house/apartment dreaming, thinking and praying for a family of your own.
Then there you are proclaiming to the world you don’t need/want anyone but cry your eyes out every night.