I care about you! And I don’t know what to do or say to make you feel better, but whatever it is I will do! I know it’s not as easy as just saying something, when those evil forces converge. I don’t know what the best way is to ride out those storms, I usually batten down the hatches. One thing I know for sure - you are an amazing writer, an amazing person who brings badass joy to this world and my life is better for you being in it. ❤️
Like I said yesterday: our friendship is one of the greatest gifts of this year for me! I don't know if I told you, but when I went on my yoga retreat I told all the women there that I wanted more female friendships and sisterhood in my life. You had literally texted me days before my trip, and shortly after we had our first coffee together. Pure magic! I love our coffee dates and our connection. My life is infinitely better because you're in it, and my depression lost her biggest weapon: I don't believe her anymore when she tries to tell me that nobody likes me.
Yes, it's been such a gift and a treat being your friend! Magic serendipity indeed. Best coffee dates!!! And I'm so glad to hear that you don't believe that sneaky bitch anymore when she tells you nobody likes you ❤️
Keep walking my dearest friend. I’ll be right here with you, following along, listening, sharing, feeling, cheering, and simply being. I’m so grateful for you and all of your wisdom and vulnerability. Sending love and magic to you. ❤️
Thank you! You're a soul sister and fellow nature lover, I know that you know the special healing power of trees🌲🌲 So much magic and wisdom is to be found in their company, as is in words and community. I'm very grateful to have you and your wise and kind words in my life💚
I know there is nothing I can say to magically wave those feelings away, but I still want to tell you how much I adore your writing, what a huge and natural talent you have and how amazing you are. In some bleak times, when I couldn’t face the world, your writing has bolstered, comforted and resonated with me, helping me feel just a little less alone and lost. I know helping others is not a panacea, but you have helped me at times. I want you to know that there are thoughts in the world that are the polar opposite to your own. My thoughts believe that you are more than good enough, that you are a successful writer and I hope that you never give up writing. I REALLY care about what you have to say, always look forward to new postings, no matter the content, sad or positive, hopeful or bereft, because your writing style speaks to me, your authenticity and vulnerability and honesty are things I love. Your writing is magic! ✨
And even though we have never met, just exchanged a heartfelt message or two, I genuinely care about you.
May I offer you some amateur and clumsy psychological thoughts? For me sometimes, I have begun to understand I have well intentioned protection mechanisms at play, to try not to allow me to get too comfortable and content again, in a well meant way of protecting me from any future harm, as happened in the past. Could there be a kind part of you that loves you so much and doesn’t want you to be hurt again, so gets the boot in first, before others do, because hurting yourself is so much easier to bear than others hurting you? I’m sorry if I am off the mark with this, maybe I am projecting from my own experiences. But it’s something to maybe consider.
And also… f**k your mother! For never nurturing and unconditionally loving the golden, beautiful, talented, sensitive, magnificent soul you are, and for all the mean, cruel, toxic harm she did to you. (Again, projecting, as we have similar mothers!). I am telling you that ARE good enough. You are worthy. You are wonderful. I hope just a tiny part of what I am saying enters your heart and takes a hold, because you need to hear it and believe it.
The publishing world is a very fickle, shallow, manipulated, fake, corrupt and messed up place. Some of the very best authors in this world are barely recognised or given the accolades they deserve. Most of it is down to luck, nepotism, political and financial choices and other nonsense decisions from a tiny, niche, closed, impenetrable group. Good writing doesn’t seem to be the most important aspect anymore. The fact that you are a published author is in itself a huge accomplishment. It’s hard to feel it some days I’m sure, you should be so proud of your achievements, but it’s still ok to feel disappointed, flat, fed up and sad, despite your success (not that you need anyone’s permission to feel anything, least of all mine).
Keep feeling; I know it is agony, but just keep leaning into your feelings, listening to what your soul is trying to tell you, just acknowledging and not necessarily doing anything, just holding and loving the pain. Again, I know all these platitudes won’t help. But know, as with all things, this will pass. You will stand in the sun again. You will feel peace again. You will be happy again.
Until that time, sending you so much love, huge hugs and some strong, fierce dragon energy from North Wales 🏴
I took myself out early this morning with my feisty, very anti-social dog. It’s never a peaceful walk with him, he barks at every other dog, and unfortunately we came across so many, but it was still lovely in its own way, and I thought of you walking with your dogs, hoping they are more calm, relaxed and companionable than mine. Hope my earlier message wasn’t too much. My heart ached for you and my intentions were well meant, I deeply wanted to try to help ease some of your pain. Take what I said with a pinch of salt. Except the bit about what an amazing, talented, wonderful writer and person you are! And that these dark days will pass. And still sending love and some incredible Welsh dragon energy to you. 🏴 ♥️
Dear Helen, first off: THANK YOU. For extending such generous kindness to a stranger, for finding just the right words, for seeing and understanding and lifting me up so immensely. I was lost for words (as I always am when too much kindness comes my way), which is the only reason why I didn't respond sooner.
I'm still lost for words, honestly. All I can tell you is that your beautiful messages mean more to me than you'll ever know.
Every year around this time I get a depressive episode. The approach of the Christmas season is a stark reminder of everything my family is not. No matter how much I think I've healed, it turns out I'm not quite done yet. The mother wound is a deep one; maybe we never heal completely? Only time will tell.
I used to have a dog like yours! My corgi Lily who passed away in 2021. She loved people and hated other dogs, and never listened. I loved her dearly, but walks with her could be stressful. My three now are lovely, but I do also walk with them where we pretty much never encounter anyone!
Also, did you know that I lived and worked in Wales for 6 months in 2004/2005? At the Celtic Manor in Newport. It was a great time in my life, and makes you even more special in my heart.
Thank you for being such a bright light that broke through my grey fog. You are wonderful ❤️
I care about you! And I don’t know what to do or say to make you feel better, but whatever it is I will do! I know it’s not as easy as just saying something, when those evil forces converge. I don’t know what the best way is to ride out those storms, I usually batten down the hatches. One thing I know for sure - you are an amazing writer, an amazing person who brings badass joy to this world and my life is better for you being in it. ❤️
Like I said yesterday: our friendship is one of the greatest gifts of this year for me! I don't know if I told you, but when I went on my yoga retreat I told all the women there that I wanted more female friendships and sisterhood in my life. You had literally texted me days before my trip, and shortly after we had our first coffee together. Pure magic! I love our coffee dates and our connection. My life is infinitely better because you're in it, and my depression lost her biggest weapon: I don't believe her anymore when she tries to tell me that nobody likes me.
Yes, it's been such a gift and a treat being your friend! Magic serendipity indeed. Best coffee dates!!! And I'm so glad to hear that you don't believe that sneaky bitch anymore when she tells you nobody likes you ❤️
Keep walking my dearest friend. I’ll be right here with you, following along, listening, sharing, feeling, cheering, and simply being. I’m so grateful for you and all of your wisdom and vulnerability. Sending love and magic to you. ❤️
Thank you! You're a soul sister and fellow nature lover, I know that you know the special healing power of trees🌲🌲 So much magic and wisdom is to be found in their company, as is in words and community. I'm very grateful to have you and your wise and kind words in my life💚
"The ancient trees surround me, and their collective wisdom wraps me into an embrace that silences the voices"
That is very poetic and powerful at the same time, Miriam. You are not trying, YOU ARE ! You've got this!
Thank you, Marijke ❤️
The best antidote to depression is CONNECTION. I'm so grateful for ours.
I know there is nothing I can say to magically wave those feelings away, but I still want to tell you how much I adore your writing, what a huge and natural talent you have and how amazing you are. In some bleak times, when I couldn’t face the world, your writing has bolstered, comforted and resonated with me, helping me feel just a little less alone and lost. I know helping others is not a panacea, but you have helped me at times. I want you to know that there are thoughts in the world that are the polar opposite to your own. My thoughts believe that you are more than good enough, that you are a successful writer and I hope that you never give up writing. I REALLY care about what you have to say, always look forward to new postings, no matter the content, sad or positive, hopeful or bereft, because your writing style speaks to me, your authenticity and vulnerability and honesty are things I love. Your writing is magic! ✨
And even though we have never met, just exchanged a heartfelt message or two, I genuinely care about you.
May I offer you some amateur and clumsy psychological thoughts? For me sometimes, I have begun to understand I have well intentioned protection mechanisms at play, to try not to allow me to get too comfortable and content again, in a well meant way of protecting me from any future harm, as happened in the past. Could there be a kind part of you that loves you so much and doesn’t want you to be hurt again, so gets the boot in first, before others do, because hurting yourself is so much easier to bear than others hurting you? I’m sorry if I am off the mark with this, maybe I am projecting from my own experiences. But it’s something to maybe consider.
And also… f**k your mother! For never nurturing and unconditionally loving the golden, beautiful, talented, sensitive, magnificent soul you are, and for all the mean, cruel, toxic harm she did to you. (Again, projecting, as we have similar mothers!). I am telling you that ARE good enough. You are worthy. You are wonderful. I hope just a tiny part of what I am saying enters your heart and takes a hold, because you need to hear it and believe it.
The publishing world is a very fickle, shallow, manipulated, fake, corrupt and messed up place. Some of the very best authors in this world are barely recognised or given the accolades they deserve. Most of it is down to luck, nepotism, political and financial choices and other nonsense decisions from a tiny, niche, closed, impenetrable group. Good writing doesn’t seem to be the most important aspect anymore. The fact that you are a published author is in itself a huge accomplishment. It’s hard to feel it some days I’m sure, you should be so proud of your achievements, but it’s still ok to feel disappointed, flat, fed up and sad, despite your success (not that you need anyone’s permission to feel anything, least of all mine).
Keep feeling; I know it is agony, but just keep leaning into your feelings, listening to what your soul is trying to tell you, just acknowledging and not necessarily doing anything, just holding and loving the pain. Again, I know all these platitudes won’t help. But know, as with all things, this will pass. You will stand in the sun again. You will feel peace again. You will be happy again.
Until that time, sending you so much love, huge hugs and some strong, fierce dragon energy from North Wales 🏴
I took myself out early this morning with my feisty, very anti-social dog. It’s never a peaceful walk with him, he barks at every other dog, and unfortunately we came across so many, but it was still lovely in its own way, and I thought of you walking with your dogs, hoping they are more calm, relaxed and companionable than mine. Hope my earlier message wasn’t too much. My heart ached for you and my intentions were well meant, I deeply wanted to try to help ease some of your pain. Take what I said with a pinch of salt. Except the bit about what an amazing, talented, wonderful writer and person you are! And that these dark days will pass. And still sending love and some incredible Welsh dragon energy to you. 🏴 ♥️
Dear Helen, first off: THANK YOU. For extending such generous kindness to a stranger, for finding just the right words, for seeing and understanding and lifting me up so immensely. I was lost for words (as I always am when too much kindness comes my way), which is the only reason why I didn't respond sooner.
I'm still lost for words, honestly. All I can tell you is that your beautiful messages mean more to me than you'll ever know.
Every year around this time I get a depressive episode. The approach of the Christmas season is a stark reminder of everything my family is not. No matter how much I think I've healed, it turns out I'm not quite done yet. The mother wound is a deep one; maybe we never heal completely? Only time will tell.
I used to have a dog like yours! My corgi Lily who passed away in 2021. She loved people and hated other dogs, and never listened. I loved her dearly, but walks with her could be stressful. My three now are lovely, but I do also walk with them where we pretty much never encounter anyone!
Also, did you know that I lived and worked in Wales for 6 months in 2004/2005? At the Celtic Manor in Newport. It was a great time in my life, and makes you even more special in my heart.
Thank you for being such a bright light that broke through my grey fog. You are wonderful ❤️