Tag: strength

Depression, Looking for Answers?

by Penny Wilson Writes, posted in depression

The reason for this post is because I was looking back at my stats for 2019. My most liked post and my most visited post is one called Depression and Denial. This tells me that people WANT information on this subject.

Those of you that have followed me for a while, know the reasons that I continue to write and speak out about Depression. My #1 reason is this: EVERY DAY 121 Americans commit suicide.  50% of those people suffered from depression.  Reason enough to write about it?  I thought so too. My #2 reason I write about it is to help end the stigma that surrounds Depression.

If you’re new to my blog and for some reason you’ve come across this post, maybe you’re looking for answers. Maybe you’re looking for help. Maybe you’re confused about how and why you feel the way that you do. Maybe, maybe, something that you find on my blog will help.

I pray that’s so.

If you need help, or if you’re just looking to get some questions answered about what you’re feeling, please visit my Mental Health Help page. On this page, you will find a lot of links, contact information, social media connections and phone numbers for different ways to seek help.

Also on this page are different posts that I’ve written on the subject of depression and mental health help. You might browse through these posts and see if there is something there that will connect with you. HERE is that link again.

I’ve lived this. I’ve walked this walk. I know about the hopelessness, the darkness that encompasses everything in your life. I know about the isolation, the feeling of being lost. I know what you’re dealing with. If you need answers, I hope you find something here that helps you. Stay strong. There IS help for you.

Thank you for joining me on this journey. ❤ Penny

(C) 2020 Penny Wilson

 

 

 

Bravery — Siren Whispers

by Penny Wilson Writes, posted in Poetry

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Every step is one upon a precipice when you’ve no knowledge of the path optimism fueled with bravery footfall, a deep breath of the unknown never knowing where it will land solid ground or air blind choice another day to become more better or swift freefall courage comes with confidence in myself : Copyright ©SirenSong1208 […]

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Beauty Marks

by Penny Wilson Writes, posted in Life, Poetry 


Many
not seen
with naked eye 

Just 
perceived nuances
in a smile

Some hidden
purposely

Under sleeves

Faded with time
barely perceptible

to most

Flaws give
strength

Love gives
life

Beauty marks
worn proudly

Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson

I Am Enough-Version 2

by Penny Wilson Writes, posted in Poetry

*I’ve had some suggestions about a few of my pieces from a friend.  I’m taking those pieces and reworking them.  So you may see some things here that look familiar.  I feel this new version of I Am Enough flows better and makes more sense.  I hope you enjoy it.  ❤  

You told me to toss away

the masks

 

I showed

my true self

 

You adored the sass

and the fight

 

After the mask

was cast aside

 

What remains?

 

You chipped away

at my shields

 

I thought they

would keep me

safe

 

The shields were

left behind

 

Walls

were bought down

too

 

Brick by brick

they fell away

 

The dark corner

I had once

retreated to

 

Is now bathed

in a glorious

light

 

What remains?

 

What remains is a

Stong

Confident

Woman

 

I no longer

need

the shadows

 

I now appreciate

the fight

and the sass

inside me

 

I stand

proudly

in the light and

take what

is rightfully

mine

 

I like who I am

 

and

 

I am

 

Enough

Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson

Warrior – Version 2

by Penny Wilson Writes, posted in Poetry

*I’ve had some suggestions about a few of my pieces from a friend.  I’m taking those pieces and reworking them.  So you may see some things here that look familiar.  I feel this new version of Warrior flows better and makes more sense.  I hope you enjoy it.  ❤  

She does not fear the battle.

Her battle started long ago.

She knows her worth.

She will not cower.

Nor compromise.

She sees tomorrow

for the daughters

and the sisters.

Tomorrow’s legacy.

She will stand tall

in the face of those

that would cast her

to the shadows.

Those that do not

want her truth to be heard.

Tomorrow brings hope,

for a time when

she can lay down her sword,

and her sisters will go

Free.

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson

Belly of the Beast

by Penny Wilson Writes, posted in Prose

It’s subtle, but it’s there.  The chasm opens wide ready to swallow.  If I don’t keep my wits about me, I’ll end up in the belly of the beast.  I feel it.

I question the reasons why.  The retribution we must pay.  Will it ever be enough?  Or will the demons demand a higher price?

I deny the despondency, turning toward the light, I hold tight to the hope of tomorrow.

Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson

Shattered

by Penny Wilson Writes, posted in Poetry, Prose

My heart shattered into a million pieces.  A cliche’, I know.  But let me explain why I describe it this way.  I look at the cracks and count them one by one.  This one taught me this, that one taught me something else.  The one over there; bitter sweet memories.  Lessons learned.  Just another path in the road of life.  They twist and turn, sometimes backtracking.  Some intertwine.  I suspect, this one is where my heart and my head were at war.  I think that tiny one, almost too faint to see, is my First heartache.  Each crack, a spot where I let in the love, or an escape from the ravages of war.  Every one painful; but I wouldn’t trade them for anything.  The cracks and fissures are part of me.  They have molded me into the woman I am today.  Yes, I’ll keep my shattered heart.  I’ve grown quite fond of it.

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson 

And Still She Loved

by Penny Wilson Writes, posted in Poetry, Prose

The smile hid the turmoil inside.

She loved deeply; unaware of any other choice.  The void within was a constant thing.  She expected it.  Could find nothing to fill it.

So she loved harder.

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