A Hundred Reasons to Cry
Tag: strength
Depression, Looking for Answers?
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
Strength
Bravery — Siren Whispers
REBLOG: Please don’t miss Siren Whispers beautiful poem!
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 […]
Beauty Marks
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
A Woman is Like a Tea Bag
I Am Enough-Version 2
*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
*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
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
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
