Category: mental health

Until Tomorrow…

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Hey everybody,

I come to you all today with some news. Not sure if it’s bad or good, to be honest. I can say this though, I’m pretty bummed and I’ve been this way for a few days now. I think I have come to a crossroads of if I want to carry on with this blog. I know it was not more than a few posts ago that I was mentioning how motivated that I was and how I have big plans for the future, but something recently has tainted my lust for blogging.

My annual renewal for my site comes up on the 28th of this month, and I have a few days to digest all this so I will use that time to determine the future of Earth to Ash.

Just wanted to thank you for being so loyal and I’ll be back soon with my intentions one way or the other. I appreciate every one of you as followers and as friends too. It’s a very tough time, I hope it all works out.

Until…

Journal Entry # 138 – Health is Wealth!

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Your health is what you make of it. Everything you do and think either adds to the vitality, energy and spirit you possess or takes away from it. Ann Wigmore

 

Journal Entry # 136 – A Path Will Clear!

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Not all storms come to disrupt your life. Some come to clear your path. – Unknown

Journal Entry # 124 – Worry Fixes Nothing

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If something is wrong, fix it now. But train yourself not to worry, worry fixes nothing. — Ernest Hemingway

Forgotten Notes

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Let me sing to you, my daughter,
so I may make the strings of your heart,
play music that’s in between.

That Song

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I remember that song.
Every note just for me.
Sweet melody,
aimed straight toward my heart.
Our souls in tandem with the music.
I’d bathe in the cast of your light.
You with that grin.
I’m there sometimes,
when I go back,
for a listen…just for me.

Lonely Heart

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It barely even beats.
Doesn’t matter though, now.

Given this heart…
only to stare at strangers,
thinking that for a life’s blink,
that stranger could have been you.

I tired of being wrong.

 

Journal Entry # 120 – Where’s The Colour?

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Depression is being colourblind and constantly being told how colourful the world is. – Atticus

Journal Entry # 118 – The Depth of Love

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The depth of the love of parents for their children cannot be measured. It is like no other relationship. It exceeds concern for life itself. The love of a parent for a child is continuous and transcends heartbreak and disappointment.  – James E. Faust

Journal Entry # 117 – Go-Ahead, Smile!

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Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy. – Thich Nhat Hanh