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as much as i love traditionally married dreamling - and do i - i also have this bruised softness in my heart for 'what we have is outside relationship constructs, define it at your own peril' dreamling, for 'drifting in and out of each other's orbit with each other as perennial anchor point' dreamling, 'i haven't seen you in sixty years but what's that to an immortal, you are always in my heart' dreamling, 'our lives are not quite one but neither are they apart' dreamling. drop in on me, i am always ready to welcome you. and i will always let you go.

hob as a fixture, a constancy, a hearth, and dream as a wild creature coming in from the cold. it cannot be kept, and you would commit no such sin of trying to, but it can be held, warm, before the fireplace for a while. let it go, and trust that it will come back.

hob as a wanderer, life to life to life, and dream as an ancient, enduring kingdom whose protection is reachable just by closing your eyes. continuance impossible in the waking world but offered as easily as a kiss on the cheek.

there is no keeping a dream, is the thing. and dream does not want to be kept, but he does want to be held, held and let go and held again with those arms always open to him. there is no keeping an adventurer, either, and hob is an adventurer at heart, always ready to see, do, the next thing, but adventurers need a home, too, one that doesn't mind when they come back a little bit different.

go where you need to, when you need to. carry my love with you. and come back to me.

that kind of dreamling.

indica-illusions

💨🌸Remember stoney fam

coudyl

Imperfect but my best ever.

toooldfodis8891

madammn

Advice from the Queen herself 😫💗

razanalakl

the-no-longer-human

You try to tell me that we're so deep in love

Well, if we were, then why did we fuck it up?

bas-ill

domemescountaspoetry

In sex, there is talk of The Afterglow. The glistening. The rosy cheeked Mrs Robinson, legged propped, smoking her cigarette.

Smokey tells us a cigarette, left to smolder without intervention, rightly starts a wildfire.

Ripping through the earth, tilling with heat and a death like Shakespeare, it sends out shudders while making the forest ready should seeds be planted.

I do not fear the blaze, The heat is wanted, The new growth embraced. Though I turn my face to the mountains fearing the winds are carrying smoke. The Afterhaze.

via Unsplash

shelbylion

Sometimes the people you pictured taking part in your life are nowhere to be found when you need them to be there for you. Whether that's because they don't understand, can't make the time, or just have their head too far up their own ass to think to care, it's always a pleasant surprise to see who shows up for you.

These past couple months have been really hard for me. As a new mama, I have struggled with postpartum anxiety and depression, which feels a lot like running around naked, swinging my own severed head by the hair as my insides scream like a banshee while everyone watches. I have felt incapable as a mother, unworthy as a lover, and judged and found guilty of the humanness that drowns a mother's desire to be perfect for her child. I've felt abandoned by certain friends and family members, and I've been paranoid of the love I receive. These thoughts have effected my sleep, my breast milk supply and my sanity, and my ability to show up for myself when I'm in doubt or distress.

PEOPLE DON'T TELL YOU THIS. When these emotions hit you, you feel like you must be doing it wrong, because it's not the pure bliss everyone describes, and it's difficult to "enjoy every moment" as they forever pass, because then you're caught up in emotions of "losing the temporary".

Reaching out to friends, seeking joy without relaying my internal struggle, I WASN'T TELLING PEOPLE, hiding from my own truth because I didn't want to believe it, despite praying someone could see it and would help me. My denial reached the point that I considered switching pediatricians after the doctor suggest I see someone (I marked high risk on my postpartum questionnaire). To me, that was the worst option, because then people would know I was suffering from sadness when I should be the happiest I've ever been. I didn't want people to think I wasn't happy with my partner or my precious baby, that I didn't want a child or had changed my mind because none of those things are true!

LISTEN, I am the happiest I've ever been!❤️ but I also struggle with postpartum. Because just like every other aspect of life, Pregnancy and Parenthood are not how our idealizations personify them, and they take getting used to. BABIES TAKE GETTING USED TO. It's hard work, for everyone involved, especially mama.

Postpartum depression arises from handling this phycological adjustment while being hormonally discombobulated and fatigued. Mothers display this suffering in a variety of ways, including anger, sadness, mania, distrust, extreme fatigue, or indifference; some mothers even struggle with thoughts of hurting their babies or themselves. BUT WHAT NO MOTHER SHOULD STRUGGLE WITH is knowing she has somewhere she can turn to where she isn't berated with unwanted questions, biased opinions, or advice!

I am writing this today to help end the stigma around postpartum depression. No woman should feel alone with a new baby, but sometimes we do; and often, the people we want to open up to are also the people we are most afraid to tell. Sometimes talking about it seems worse than feeling it. Some days, the feeling never seemed real at all.

If you are, or know a new mother, (even a mother whose already 5 kids deep) BE KIND, BE GENTLE, BE SUPPORTIVE. because EVERY COMMENT OF ENCOURAGEMENT HELPS!

I am thankful to everyone who has helped cheer me on, reached out to check on ME, and shown an honest interest and love for my daughter.

lifetimexbitch

anybody got a lil bit of serotonin I could borrow

blessedboymama

Can I just say that postpartum mental illness is real & terrible & you arent any less of a parent if you happen to struggle with it. Your struggle is real. Your struggle is valid. It’s okay to not be okay, even if you have a baby. Never be too afraid of judgement or repercussions to speak out & get the help you need to be the best parent you can be & be happy again. <3

wantbabybump

The Truth.

What people dont tell you about motherhood is that it can come with a profound amount of sadness. In a world full of social media and everyone wanting to portray themselves in the best light possible cause people are so judgemental and opionated now a days. We dont see the real picture. We see pregnancy announcement, but we dont see the anxiety that comes with announcing cause maybe thats her rainbow baby. We see the maternity pictures but we dont see the girl thats struggling with her changing body and finding ways to love her new self. We see the just born pictures but we dont see the fear that comes with not knowing what to expect. we dont see the amount of pain a woman is still in cause they are pressing on her tummy every few hours. We see the coming home photos. But we dont realize that the dad drove 2 miles a hour just make it safe. We see the newborn photos but we dont see the shots where the baby cried for a hour, where they peed all over the dad. And we definitely glamourize the first few months. When you think of a newborn you think of a squishy little baby that eats and sleeps. You dont think of the fact that you will live off of broken sleep for however many months. You dont realize as a first time mom that you will be afraid to leave your baby long enough to shower but then feel like utter crap cause you havent showered. You have to learn to not be selfish. Sure maybe you were married but you didn’t put all your needs.. even basic needs above your husband. You now have someone who comes first always and forever. And while thats a “burden” taken gladly its still a adjustment. No one tells you how hard its going to be. They will say “wait til you have a baby, enjoy that sleep now”. But you just dont realize exactly what that means til your in the thick of it a week in going on 2hours of broken sleep a day and still have no time for yourself. No one tells you how lonely it will be. Even though you have added another person to your house its so lonely. That little squishy has you tethered to your home especially if its a winter baby. You think that you will finally fit in with your friends but they will be to busy for you and your needs. After all they have kids already. Your husband will be working most of the day, come home want to eat, play with squishy and want to sleep. Even though he didn’t get up with the babe all night he probaly heard him crying and still didn’t get a decent night of rest.

No one tells you just how emotionally taxing it can be. When you dont have kids and think about the thought of it. You think about the unconditional love. You dont realize the anxiety, stress, and self inflicted pressure that you will put yourself through. Emotionally you think that adding a baby will be nothing but joy and love to your life. But its kind of like picking traits in a game or skill points. If you start off with three like say social, confident, outgoing. You need to minus something to make room for the parenting trait if that makes sense. You cant have it all. Maybe eventually as the squishy gets older, motherhood begins to be in a groove and babe sleeps longer. But the first few months you wont even have the energy to be social or motivation to reach out to people. No one tells you how it has effected their marriage. Its not all lets look at this beautiful babe that we created together. Its placing blame on something that was no ones fault. Its critizing the other cause they aren’t doing it the “right way”. Its fighting cause you dont think one is doing enough to help. Or its fighting cause one is being overbearing or controlling. When in all reality the fights are fear. Fear of not knowing what your doing. The fights are a result of not enough sleep and everything is bound to upset you. The fights are two people trying to learn to live and be in love in a completely different way then what they pictured in their head. Ive never wanted to end my marriage as much as I did in the first year. Looking back now was most of what I was upset about completely justified, probably not. Was the lack of sleep and always feeling helpless clouding my feelings and attitude very much so. The first year your body still goes through changes. Hormonally things have to level back out. There will be crazy period patterns. Hair loss. Physicaly your body will be different point blank. Unless your a one in a million unicorn who poops out a baby and then looks like a model. But you will probably have weight you want to lose but who has time. When you do lose it your stomach will still be soft. Much softer then it ever was as your old “fat self”. Pregnancy weight gain then weight loss will most like give you some type of stretchmarks. Not even just on your tummy. Your hair will always have a coat of dry shampoo in it. And you will probably hate your body. You will think your husband hates your body. But does he hate your body.. not a chance in hell. If anything you have gave him the greatest gift he will ever recieve and to him that will just be sexy. Sexy will look different in your relationship. Sexy wont be lingerie and candle light dinners. Sexy will be a frozen pizza and you wearing his shirt in some yoga pants. What you thought of sexy when you would think of your husband will change also. Sexy will be him watching the baby so you can take a bath and wash your hair and shave your legs. Sexy will be him taking a night feed. Sexy will be him offering to change a stinky diaper. I know this probably sounds all negative and you probably think jeeze why even have a baby this sounds terrible. But let me tell you all the good and the love definitely out weighs anything I wrote here. And theres a light and once you get a routine and you get use to your new life and embrace it. Once you become confident in your parenting motherhood will be amazing. I wrote this not to scare people. I wrote this so moms who are pregnant, moms who have had kids, wives who want to have a baby they know that their feelings aren’t uncommon or that they are horrible cause they feel that way. Its okay if you didn’t enjoy motherhood at first cause you were overwhelmed and scared beyond belief with whats the right decisions. Its normal to feel these feelings. I remember my first few months home alone with my squishies i felt so isolated. I felt like I didnt know anything. I felt like everything I did was wrong. Every decision I made I second guessed later on. And most of all I felt judged. I felt like everyone was looking at me and just waiting for me to mess up so they can rub it in… I’ve had 3 kids.. do it this way. That’s so wrong. Instead of encouraging me. And saying in my experience this seems like a easier approach to the situation you should try it and see what you think. People are to opinionated now a days. They like to tell you whats you did wrong but they dont want to take the time to show you a better way. They want to tell you that your mother this is expected of you. They dont like to think back to their first baby. I just want to let you know. You are not alone. Your feelings are valid. Things will get better.