Mindful Souls

I wanted somewhere to write about the things I’ve been through and my journey of growing pains and happiness. (I do not own rights to the above pictures)

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POTATO NEEDS HELP!!!!!

Hi My name is Alex. I am fund raising for a stinky little ferret named Potato. He was found wondering around on the road in Richlands about a week ago and we got a call to house and to help him. Unfortunately for this little guy he came with a nasty bite wound and a ripped toe nail. He needs medical assistance. Unfortunately for him again finding help for his species is difficult. Anything you could donate to help he would greatly appreciate. He's a fighter but his condition is not getting better since we've picked him up. Please help if you are able.

Potato Needs A Vet!!!!!! (Emergency), organized by Alex Harley

Hi My name is Alex. I am fund raising for a stinky little ferret named Potato. He wa… Alex Harley needs your support for Potato Needs A Vet

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A Snippet: "Nobody Prepared Me For"

I was about eight years old. Even at this age what I had been through I was very conscious but still free flowing in the wind as a child. Scene set at the beach myself, father, brother, and my fathers girlfriends family. We were on vacation in summer time. I loved swimming to this day I still do. However that particular day and the weeks following were a bit grim. I was never fearful of the water I'd jump right in and swim like a fish. My father was a surfer lover of the water so us kids by default were guppy babies.

I was rolled in a wave. Thrown around in the water dragged across the bottom. I made it out unscathed or so we thought until later that night. I was complaining of pain in my of back leg. My fathers partner at that time (no idea where my father was) decided to take a look. I had a sea shell the size of a dime lodged in the back of the top of my thigh. She then got equipment: tweezers, alcohol, etc.. She got it out!! HOORAY, we all thought, it's gonna be fine.

I being the child I am just moved on, stayed quiet and went back to my mothers house.... A week or so passes it's my little brothers birthday we are dressing up and getting ready to go to my grandmother house to celebrate his birthday (end of July). It's my turn in the bathroom to change and get ready....

I remember calling my mother into the bathroom complaining of pay, again very quiet very calm child I knew I hurt but didn't think much of it. She enters the bathroom and begins to inspect my leg. She is immediately terrified as there was a softball sized infection on the back of my leg. The panicking ensues.

Off to the ER we rush at about 8 in the evening. We get the the emergency room they check me out and inform my mother that I had a severe staff infection and need emergency surgery or I would be losing my leg. So off they take me or so they tried, my mother is a warrior and was going with them whether they liked it or not and its a good thing she did.

Whilst they were cutting and fixing, my little bitty asthmatic lungs decided they didn't like laughing gas as a sedative and I stopped breathing and as the doctors are doing their job to cut the sickness out of my leg the hadn't noticed but my mom oh boy my mom did and they saved me, twice that day.

I was eight years old when I almost lost my leg do to carelessness, I spent the night in that hospital and came home with my mother. Where was my father you ask this whole time when I could've died or lost a leg we don't know. And 15 years later I still don't know. What I do know is my mother loves me and she'd do anything to help me be safe. I hang on to these stories because they area part of what made me who I am but don't let them weigh me down. The moral is I wasted the next 13 years of my life trying to figure out why I wasn't good enough for my father even though he showed me at the age of eight I wasn't important to him.

Time is precious don't give it to those who do not deserved it.

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"Forgiveness is tricky." - Trudy

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A Snippet:

-Healing From the Words of An Abuser-

“His words feel like oil sunk into in my mind and I can’t seem to find the dish soap”

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A Snippet: “Nobody Prepared Me For”

I’ve always heard “find someone to love that challenges you”, I always wondered why. Challenges in my mind always seemed like yelling, screaming, anger, and fear. No that’s not a challenge. That’s painful conflict. Find someone who challenges you in a way that their smile melts open your heart. Scars on the outside for them to observe. Find someone who challenges you so that everyday you’re a better you. Find someone who challenges you so that even when you’re ready to give up you don’t because you know there’s better days to come. Find someone who challenges you in a way that forces you out of your shell and into the sun where you hear the birds sing and flowers bloom. Find someone who challenges you so you never forget YOU. Find someone who challenges you so that you grow and learn and become a better you. Find someone who challenges you in a way that makes you want better out of every situation. Find someone who LOVES with an undying power that feeds your soul into a happier you. These people are hard to find and harder to hold on too. There have been days were I didn’t think it would work, I wanted to blame everything on him but the biggest challenge was realizing I had to change too.

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A Snippet: “Nobody Prepared Me”

For the moment I could finally stop running, and I have, it may still be a brisk walk in the same direction just two steps slightly ahead of theirs but walking. Walking towards a happy and beautiful life filled with smiles, giggles, scraped knees, and wild stories, but because of what I’ve had to run from, those horrifying things that still plague my dreams. I come home everyday look at my feet and wonder “when will this pain to run fade away”. I want nothing more than to slow down and feel the breeze in my hair, take in the smell of his skin. One day I will, one day I’ll sit down and look at those very same feet tattered and scarred but they’ll be bare, bare a walking the same path I’ve been on all along and I’ll see how beautiful those feet have always been and how far they’ve carried me. I’ll realize that I no longer need the protection required to run because it’s safe here.