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Never lose Hope and never give up. No matter how overwhelmed you feel right now, it’s going to get better.
It’s okay to feel down or lost. It’s okay to feel anxious or alone. It’s okay to cry, to need a shoulder to cry on, to be held.
We are human and it’s not possible to have it all together all the time. Picture perfect is laced with invisible cracks. Better to be broken and healed. You learn, you are wiser and stronger. It’s okay to make mistakes.
Let no one judge you. It’s your Path and no one truly understand how you feel unless they walk a mile in your shoes. Some of them would not be able to walk two steps, let alone a mile. So please don’t be discouraged. Don’t feel lost. You are not alone.
Do the best, where you are,
in the best way you can, with what you’ve got.
Try and be Positive. Think good feeling thoughts. Live each moment and fund the little things that can make you feel bliss.
It will get better soon.
Good things are just down the road.
Miracles Happen everyday.
Just stay strong and Believe.
You are safe, you are brilliant and you are loved by more people than you think always have hope in your heart.
~ Joanne wellington ~ 🙏🏻💙
We have to accept the good and the bad as sometimes there just isn’t one without the other. I am grateful for my lowest point as I emerged out of it strong enough to realise what I had to do to survive. But first I came across an old sole who encouraged me to heal he and i ended up staying best friends and i believe i owe him such a lot he looks after us well and has taught me a lot.
Yes i hurt people in the process that were maybe holding me back and enabling me to stay stuck and unwell its a human instinct of survival in the end. So you see guys i don’t write here on my page without the knowing that these difficult times in our lives really are sent to test us. We need to embrace them as tools and learn. Don’t drown in your pain like I did. Grab it by its ugly horns and ask it what can I gain from feeling this way. Don’t be afraid of it. It’s your friend. Your sick and twisted friend. I’m a grandmother now too so I want to be able to share wisdom with my beautiful grandchildren seeing as they won’t be learning to bake from me that’s my oldest daughter’s job she like that stuff! . I don’t bake but I’ll teach them how to protect themselves and help themselves and to take responsibility for their lives and the harder times ahead of them. I want to teach them to blossom as humans at least before i leave this world. I just don’t feel like I’ve had enough time with my kids as having my own growth, learning and life trubbles and being slapped round the face with a wet fish a few times when it’s come to teenagers😳 but it’s all been a part of the process, so we sacrifice distance for wellness and closeness and family and we no longer care about the judgements. All that matters to us is the love we feel for each other. We have an amazingly strong bond and what we’ve gone through has made us a very tight unit, all fiercely protective of one another. We’ve had a couple of speed wobbles along the way as we all were working through our own issues with everything who don’t! But I love what we are and who we are. My children are all very independent people. I sometimes have to stop and pinch myself. I am so proud of their strength. They are my babies. Every night before I go asleep I give gratitude for my children’s love and my life. Life is wonderful and I am so grateful to be able to live mine. I am grateful for it all. Embrace your lives. Embrace the good and the bad. Your happiness will come with your resolve. stay Positive and god bless xxx 🙏💙
I stood by your bed last night; I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying you found it hard to sleep.
I spoke to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
“It’s me, I haven’t left you, I’m well, I’m fine, I’m here.”
I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea,
You were thinking of the many things and memories of me.
I was with you at the shops today; your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.
I was with you at my grave today; you tend it with such care.
I want to re-assure you, that I’m not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my hand on you; I smiled and said, “it’s me.”
You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.
It’s possible for me, to be so near you everyday.
To say to you with certainty, “I never went away.”
You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew…
in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
The day is over… I smile and watch you yawning
and say “good-night, God bless, I’ll see you in the morning.”
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I’ll rush across to greet you and we’ll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out…then come home to me.
A boy came whistling down the street
Bouncing along on carefree feet.
His smile was full of joy and fun
“Lady’, he said, “May I have one?”
As she pinned it on I heard him say
“Why do we wear a poppy today?”
The lady smiled in her wistful way
And answered, “This is ANZAC Day.
The poppy there is the symbol for
The gallant men who died in our war.
And because they did, you and I are free
That’s why we wear a poppy you see.”
“I had a boy about your size
With golden hair and big blue eyes.
He loved to jump and play and shout
Free as a bird he would race about
As years went on he learned and grew
And became a man as you will, too.”
“He was fine and strong with a boyish smile But he seemed with us such a little while. When war broke out he went away I still remember his face that day.
When he smiled at me and said ‘Goodbye l’ll be back soon so please don’t cry “But the war went on so he had to stay All I could do was wait and pray.
His letters told of the awful fight
I can still see it in my dreams at night With tanks and guns and cruel barbed wire And mines and bullets, the bombs and fire. ‘Til at last the war was won”
And that’s why we wear a poppy, son.”
The small boy turned as if to go
Then said, “Thanks lady, I’m glad to know.
That sure did sound like an awful fight But your son, did he come home all right?” A tear rolled down each faded cheek She shook her head but didn’t speak. I slunk away, head bowed in shame And if you were with me, you’d have done the same. For our thanks in giving is oft delayed Though the freedom was bought and thousands paid.
And so you see, when a poppy is worn
Let us reflect on the burden borne. By those who gave their very all When asked to answer their country’s call.
That we are home in peace may live
Then wear a poppy, remember and give