Why I blog...

I use this blog as a kind of therapy. Sometimes I'm happy and want to share it, sometimes it's just a random thought and sometimes it's to deal with things in my past. After all a burden shared is a burden halved

Thursday, August 22, 2013

The Tree house was collapsing

Scott challenged me to write a blog post/story using the phrase: The tree house was collapsing.
So here is my pitiful effort. (Read with a southern accent)

Mama said her life has been filled with sadness. When grammy and gramps got divorced she thought she had done something wrong. Later on she learned that some things in life just don’t go well together and that her parents were one of those things.

Lately mama has been sadder than usual, crying all the time and sometimes for no reason at all. Daddy says it’s something that happens to women when they get older, something to do with hormones. I hope I never get hormones when I get older.

Lenny (short for Lenard) and me are almost ten years old, we are twins, but not the kind you can tell just by looking at us. Mama says it’s ‘cos God knew she couldn't  handle being pregnant twice so he gave her a two for one special.

Daddy built us a tree house when we were five years old; it was made out of old pine boxes and has a bamboo roof. I love that old tree house; it’s where Lenny and I have spent most of our time playing. At least it was until Lenny fell out of the tree last summer and broke his leg. The doctor said it will take some time to heal. Lenny hasn’t been able to play in it for a while since he can’t rightly climb up the ladder. So I decided to redecorate it with pink pillows and call it my castle. My friend Shireen and I play princess princess in there every chance we get.

I don’t know why mama cries all the time, Aunt Emma says it’s ‘cos mama feels like her whole world is falling apart.  I can’t imagine what that must feel like. I think it would be as if the tree house was collapsing. I think it’s ‘cos daddy works so hard for us and comes home late at night.

Last week daddy came home very late and I heard mama yelling at him that he smelled of cheap perfume. I thought it was kinda thoughtful of daddy to make himself smell nice for mama before he came home. She just didn’t appreciate it I suppose. Grownups are kinda weird I guess.

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Be Brave

You are braver than you think
Stronger than you can ever imagine
Wiser now than before
You feel broken, but you can be mended
You feel lost, but good people can help you find your way again
Speak out, for yourself!!! for all those who have not yet found their voice
Be brave
                                             Karen Meyer

I shared this video last week, this song has just struck a chord with me.
Every time I hear it I think of all those rape survivors who are hurting and not speaking
out. I chose the copy with the lyrics in it, because these words resonate with me.

Please listen to this song and read the words, and you will know what I mean.

Words can heal, use them.