#emotionaloutlet

[tinyeyescomics]

I always see a face when I see an electrical outlet. 😶And while making this post I learned that there are 15 types of electrical outlet plugs in use today by most counties. Thank god someone has invented the universal adapters! #emotionaloutlet #playofwords #iseefacesinthings #electricaloutlet #sockets #sliceoflife #tinyeyescomics https://www.instagram.com/p/CAP96IlKaUc/?igshid=34gt74yqoak3

[hobbiesandbodies]

[tanqu168]

When I feel nauseous from making PowerPoint presentations, I touch the irregularly shaped raw stone on my bracelet.

It reminds me: even in a cubicle, there's still a wild, natural part of me.

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It reminds me: even in a cubicle, there's still a wild, natural part of me.

[fragmentsofher]

The Mirror

She wakes up early in the morning. A huge sigh as she prepares for what the day has in store.     

The loud alarm ringing through her ears.              

She leaves her bed, finds her glasses and slips them on to her disheveled face. Slips on her sweater and finds her shoes. The dog waits in her kennel. Anxious, excited.

When released she jumps in excitement well knowing she will get the feel of cold air on her fur. Slamming her paws against the sliding door in her conquest to catch birds.

The deed is done. The woman stands Infront of the mirror almost brimming in confidence. There’s a feeling of sadness there as she realizes as soon as she leaves the confines of her fortress this confidence she feels will dissolve. The day will be like any other. She pulls down her hair runs a brush through it haphazardly wondering if anyone sees her in the way she sees herself in this very moment.

She paces.

She leaves the house. She drives to work. She laughs, she tells jokes. She drives home. She exists in the confines of her own reality. But in the end, there she stands again in front of that mirror washing the day off her skin in preparation for tomorrow. And the cycle repeats.

[caniseeurmanager]

What my point is

I am going through loss, grief, broken heart and more than my poor brain can handle. I have created this to allow myself to write a poem a day on my feelings, whether they are sad, anger and happiness. I am hoping this will be a great outlet, if you have chosen to follow, thank you for joining me on my journey.

[shaysafeplace]

July 5, 2020,

It is currently 6:54am where I am located. So that means I’ve been up all night.. again. I’ve been battling with my mind so much lately, I needed a safe space to sort it all out. It’s like my thoughts and emotions are coming at me at all sides. I feel claustrophobic. I feel like I want to scream and cry most days.. all day, but for the sake of my angels I sleep. Sleeping is way worse than just letting it all out if you ask me. I’m missing EVERYTHING. I’m missing my son discovering who he is. I woke up from one of my deep slumbers today to him sing some song I know he made up, because the lyrics truly made no sense what-so-ever, but it made me smile a little. I love how caring he is towards me and his baby sister. Although there are times he can be a little overbearing to be so young, but still his heart is in the right place. It hurts knowing that at this particular moment in his life, he truly needs me to be present for him, but all this noise going on upstairs has me completely drained. I thought I had a handle on all of this. I’ve been doing so well the past year, I think. Or maybe I just wanted everyone to think I was okay so they’d stop asking me all the time. I don’t really know. I thought since I was finally having my baby girl, things would get better. But I should’ve known better, right? A baby doesn’t really change things in the way you’d initially hoped it would. Just more stress. Don’t get me wrong, I love my two angels with everything in me, but it’s like I’m all alone ALL THE TIME. Yea, I’m married. At least on paper I am. I’m so proud of him for going after his dreams, on top over supporting his family, but some attention would be nice. I really hate that I feel like I have to beg for his attention. I hate that I feel that I’d upset him if I ask him to focus on me and the kids a bit more. I mean he is the one that’s making all the money, and trying to make it big doing what he loves. I’m just the one who has to constantly put their dreams and goals on the back burner when something comes up. That’s marriage though.. At least my marriage. I know what you all are probably thinking, “why don’t you leave?, stop complaining. he’s a good man.” etc, etc. I think the same things all day every day. Which is why I put on a smile, breast feed my daughter every few hours, listen to my son sing his silly songs, clean the house, cook dinner, and overall try to squeeze out of that tight space my morbid thoughts, and numerous emotions try to keep me in.

Maybe today will be a brighter day. Maybe I’m just overacting and things will get better in time. This is the mantra I recite to myself every night when everyone in the house is asleep and I’m up with the company of my thoughts. I often catch myself reminiscing about the times when it was just my son and me. I hate thinking that way because I know he would not be the amazing little boy he is today. I was so busy trying to make sure he had everything he needed, I barely had time to spend with him. I was working two jobs. So when he woke up in the morning I was either just getting in from my overnight job, or heading out for my daytime job. I was hardly ever there and my family was raising go without.. Now I depend on someone else. It’s not like me at all..

To be continued.. The babies are up. Duty calls!

[bellamcl]

How to be More Positive

- pay less attention to negative thoughts

- pick an emotional outlet; such as a journal or scrapbook

- be kind to yourself

- start a daily gratitude practice

- go outside more

- exercise

- consider meditation

- give back to others

- practice random acts of kindness

- don’t try so hard

- sleep longer hours

- drop toxic people 

[pandeism]

This group is that what appears to be expressing a range of emotions, none of them especially positive. #Outlet #Emotion #EmotionalOutlet https://www.instagram.com/p/B1HDWpKBFKf/?igshid=ebq5eqin6pg6