#fightingtosurvive

[dpomalescreative]

We all where a mask... As we set to task... Wearing it over The things we think we lack... Hiding our #truths And so many #facts #Insecurities, Worries... Things from our past. Yet we fail to realise.. We never ask... Ourselves... Whether Useless bandaids really work Healing Such deep crevace... Even deeper scars... or shattered Cracks... Yet we fail to fix What's behind the mask As time bares on.... We embrace the mask... It's a crime we commit Stabbing ourselves in the back... A metaphorical Act... As we Fail to Find... The LooVe inside That we Lack... Be fair to yourself... LooVe yourself... & Free yourself... of your mask!!! #foodforthought #fightingtosurvive #cptsd #mentalhealthillness #mentalhealthawareness #diggingdeep #findingmyzen #mardigrasmask #phantomoftheopera #wearingmasks #beyourself #loveyourselfmore #hateyourselfless #remakingtheman #seasonschange #musichealsmyscars #fromtheinsideout #dpomales #dpomlive (at DPoM LiVe Entertainment Media) https://www.instagram.com/p/By3oG7FACn1/?igshid=nx5ktabmvfrg

[marlenefoust]

How to Make Your Adventure Novel More Exciting?

Anita Fisk’s The Healing Bowl: A Harley and Friends Adventure is an innovative adventure novel about seventh-graders Harley Delosian and his best friend T.J. Its story follows the magical journey of the boys, as they delve into a strange world in pursuit of finding a cure for their friend Sammy Crab tree, who lies unconscious in the hospital after a basketball injury. In this strange world, Harley and T.J. come across two unlikely but significant companions, the crow of Apollo and the owl of Athena. Together, they all buckle down to an adventurous quest like no other! Sounds exciting, right?

Indeed, The Healing Bowl: A Harley and Friends Adventure is a fun novel containing a fascinating blend of mythology and the adventures of middle school students. It offers an interesting and exciting narrative that truly captures the imagination of its readers. Like The Healing Bowl: A Harley and Friends Adventure, there are plenty of other fun and cool adventure novels out there. Writing an adventure novel in itself is fun and fascinating. You can practice your writing and stimulate your creativity and imagination at the same time. If you are an aspiring author who wants to write stellar adventure novels like The Healing Bowl: A Harley and Friends Adventure, then you are on the right page! Below are some ideas on how to make your adventure novel more exciting.

Write artistically

Your style of writing determines how your novel will be presented to the readers. So, as much as possible, make your writing style artistic and expressive. Be creative in narrating your story. Always keep the drama levels high and describe each scene and each action with utmost attention to details. For example, instead of simply writing “She entered the room without knowing what is in there,” you can write “She slowly walked up towards the door with a pensive expression on her face. Her hands were a bit trembling, as she wondered about what might be waiting for her inside the room.” The use of imagery is important in writing a novel. Regardless of whatever genre it is, the “show, don’t tell” technique always comes in handy.

Read more: How to Make Your Adventure Novel More Exciting?

[xalvyria-blog]

I'm fighting... Believe me, I am! The darkness under my eyes is growing. I'm tired, exhausted and dried out... Now I have to suck it up and be a mom ❤️ #ptsd #aldrigensam #adhd #bipolar2 #borderline #darkness #redhead #exhausted #demons #depressed #tired #fakeituntilyoumakeit #fighting #fightingtosurvive #nomakeup #nofilter #nomakeup #mentalillness #bryttystnadenkringpsykiskohälsa #breakingthesilence

[rhiannonfrater]

@Regrann from @foundrymedia - Check out this badass #foreigncover of FIGHTING TO SURVIVE by @rhiannonfrater ... Time to fight some zombies! . . . #foreigncoverfriday #frenchedition #france #bookstagram #zombies #zombieapolcalypse #fightingtosurvive - #regrann

[heydecenterforthearts]

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Jazmine tie dyed masks for our volunteers!! We hope to welcome back our front-of-house volunteers for performances in the near future. #maskupchallenge #heydecenter #fyp #missourvolunteers #arts #musicvenue #fightingtosurvive #staystrong (at Heyde Center for the Arts/Chippewa Valley Cultural Association) https://www.instagram.com/p/CDxat29F9RZ/?igshid=1u0kf4y0h5mcp

[mrstorres121314]

Good morning lovely people!!!! #goodmorning #faith #positivity #god #walktherightpath #heisbesideyou #gastroparesis #mygpreality #gastricbypass #gastricstimulator #fibromyalgia #fightingtosurvive #smilenomatterwhat

[myladyx-blog1]

Suck It 2017

I have a habit of putting my foot in my mouth, and I gotta tell you it doesn't taste any better the 40th time around. I made the mistake around the stroke of midnight of 2016 and proclaimed how easy the year was. It wasn't perfect, but it was the first year I felt safe. Then my carriage turned back into a pumpkin. So far, I have had celebrated 2017 with two car accidents. Various strings of jobs. A miscarriage turned tubal pregnancy turned terminated pregnancy.  My bank account has reached the closest to negative that it has been in years. I moved 1200 miles from my comfort zone, and I dont like it. I don't hate it. I'm an adventurous soul. Sometimes I forget that....but today...today I remembered. I just preferred solving a hard day in the arms of somewhere safe. I have realized that in that year of contentment I fell too dependent on people. I have realized in that year of contentment that I had to smother the fire inside of me. I have been proud of my ability to bend and not break and in three very short months, I have bent near to broken. But today...today I felt like my heart was finally fighting back.

[usmccarter]

#Repost @whywomendontleave (@get_repost) ・・・ You thought I was weak and pathetic after all those years of abuse. Hell I even thought I was, until my back was against the wall. When my entire future was balancing in front of me and everything I held dear to me was at risk of disappearing I had to make a choice. I choice to stand up and fight to protect and defend my life and my kids. I know my strength suprised me too. #whywomendontleave #youleft_nowwhat #mystrength#dvsurvivior#domesticabuse#emotionalabuse#mylife#myfuture#fightingtosurvive#dvwarrior

[zollmen88-blog]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xyk1d5AUZMI #好好笑 #一蚊雞保鑣 #FightingtoSurvive #黃子華 #HongKong #classics（在 高山劇場）

[dpomalescreative]

Serenity... Easier to identify... Harder to Manifest!!! Defined as.... the state of being calm, peaceful, and untroubled. #dpomology #serenity #manifesting #calm #peaceful #untroubled #thestruggleisreal #mentalhealthawareness #ptsd #anxiety #scenicsunset #sunsetskies #fightingtosurvive (at Dpomology) https://www.instagram.com/p/But9hy3Aby7/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1vwtks7bkmhm

[tattooedsouthernmama]

On tuesday i went in for major surgery for cervical cancer. This has been tje most terrifying experience of my life and next wednesday i will go to find out if i will have to have radiaition. My son is my rock and my heart to fight this. The pain is indescribable but each day it gets a bit easier. I posted this picture because its as real as it gets. There is no glam or happy filters..its just real life #cancersucks #cervicalcancer #fightingtosurvive #fightlikeagirl

[xalvyria-blog]

Individual dbt therapy today. Feeling mixed with feelings. Having a hard time not to think about my "drug" and my suicidal thoughts is a bitch! Ah well, what is a bal in the castle.... #idontwanttoselfharrm #rörinteminterapi #therapy #dbt #demons #suicidezero #bipolär #borderline #adhd #ptsd #aldrigensam #bipolar2 #broken #bryttystnadenkringpsykiskohälsa #depressed #fightingtosurvive #fighting #dialektiskbeteendeterapi #lund #mentalillness #breakingthesilence #emtyinside #nomakeup #redhead #red

[jaidanredridinghood]

My good night look #fightingtosurvive

[wfg2013felipevielmann]

Are you #StrivingToThrive or #FightingToSurvive? How much earning power does your paycheck from your job carry? Does it feel like you are fighting to survive? Does it feel like you do just barely enough to not get fired and you get paid just barely enough that you feel like you cannot quit? Here's the million dollar question though: Do you KNOW you have more to offer? Do you KNOW you are a leader? Do you feel like you are being held back because where you find yourself has a ceiling keeping you from being your best? Then it is time we speak. We are working with leaders who are searching for their outlet to demonstrate their greatness. It is time to break free from the slavery that is attempting to keep its grip on you and fully develop you into your full potential! Let's get this done!

[depressionwontdefineme-blog]

Where I'm Coming From

Depression. I've never talked openly about this, but I've come to the realization that keeping everything bottled up inside is what brought me here in the first place. 

Depression has been a part of my life since I was in middle school...so, at least 20 years.  It's made me feel empty, overwhelmed, desperate, worthless, useless, unnecessary.  It's taken me to my darkest points in life....to times I felt like running away to the even worse times where I've felt like dying.  Depression has been my dirty little secret for far too long.

Why and when did it start?  I don't know.  I know over the years several factors contributed to it, but there have been two major ones.

The first being that my two older brothers have both been involved, for as far back as I can remember, in substance abuse. I remember going to visit my oldest brother in prison when I was maybe 13, and he had to name all the drugs he'd taken.  It was like listening to someone read the phone book.  That was my life.   My life was going every weekend to visit my brothers in prison or jail or rehab.  It was my parents saying, "Shhh, don't tell anyone.  You can't say a word!"  It was being woken up at 3 AM to the sound of my brother drunk, yelling at my parents, throwing things, punching walls, the cops coming over....and then having to wake up and go to school and act like nothing had happened. Their problems persist to this day. I've seen my oldest brother one time in the last 15 years...the last time before that he came over drunk and grabbed my butt.  My dad made him leave, but he busted through the glass pane in our front door and got in a fight with my dad, then tried to choke my mom. The police came, and they had to pepper spray him to get him off our roof.  My senior pictures were that day, so I went straight from that to having to, again, act like nothing had happened. I never talked to anyone about it...any of it.  Ever.

The second being my life after getting married.  It was great at first, but as the years have gone on, it's to the point where I don't trust that my husband loves me.  Where I say, "I love you" but don't really mean it.  I've been called every name in the book by the man who swore to love me and honor me.....worthless, useless, fuck up, horrible wife, horrible mom, whore, stupid, replaceable....the list goes on and on.  He points out my flaws, all of them, consistently, from my looks to the way I cook to the way I parent.  He expects perfection, and anything less is unacceptable.  His standards are so impossibly high that I will never reach them.  He makes me feel insignificant.  Some of my darkest moments have been in these 12 years of marriage.  

I know you're asking why I stay if it's so awful.  When we have good moments, they're great.  Amazing.  He makes me laugh like no one else. He's a great father.  We have a great time together when things are going good. But our bad moments are my own personal hell. 

I can't tell you how many times I've felt like giving up.  I can't tell you how hard it can be some days to just keep going.  I don't know if people who haven't dealt with depression understand.  Certain things will trigger feelings of deep, overwhelming, all-consuming desperation and sadness. And sometimes, I go from feeling happy to sad for no apparent reason. I struggle some days to just live...some days I'm merely existing.  I've mastered plastering a smile on my face.  I look happy, but I'm not.  I'm acting happy, but inside I'm empty.   My saving graces are the love I receive from my kids, working out, art.  Anything that requires lots of focus and gets my mind off of life is my therapy.  The moments when I'm left alone with my thoughts-those aren't good moments. 

  It's unbelievably hard admitting to something that makes me feel so weak and vulnerable.  But keeping it all bottled up inside is that much harder.  I need a release. Thank you for reading.