How Do You Release Your Pain and Stress? Pt. 1

Hey Lovies! HAPPY HOLIDAYS! Whatcha readin'? I'm not reading, I am still writing! I don't want to stop and pick up a book because the inspiration goes at times, so I take advantage as long as possible, and as long as the inspiration is here.

I am interested in how others relieve stress and emotional pain. It is different for everyone I know, and that's why I ask because a way that you deal with it may be helpful to someone else; like me lol.

My way of coping and relieving is writing. Surprise! Lol! Yes, I have found that writing down my thoughts, how I am feeling and venting through my poetry or journaling, is extremely effective. I can say what I need to say without hurting anyone. My words may be what another person wanted to say and couldn't find the words or just a good read that they can relate to. Either way, it is therapeutic for me.

My "healing" poems are sometimes gritty. I don't hold back how I feel because when healing is involved, all of your raw emotions need to come out. You need to empty the negative emotions and thoughts so that they can be replaced with positive, healthy thoughts. I say what my heart is feeling about a certain situation so that I leave no remnants of those bad feelings. Because of this, I have been able to heal quicker from hurt and regain my clarity of thought.

Below are two of the poems I wrote about something that happened to me. It was painful. I was angry. There was no closure and caused me to fall into a mild depression. Before I fell too deep, I decided to write exactly how I was feeling at that very moment. After writing them, going back to read them and think about what I wrote, I felt so much better. I actually laughed at the situation and how I felt about it. The healing process was kickstarted and I have made large strides in closing up and healing those wounds that were left gaping. I regained my focus and opened my heart to receive blessings that would have been on hold if I were still holding on to all of that negativity. My business grew and I was open to many awesome opportunities to further my purpose, and my finances.

Had I not found a way to clear myself of all of that, I would have been focusing on the wrong things and completely missed out.

Finding your outlet is also a form of self love and self care. Holding on to negativity in the form of anger and/or pain is not healthy for your mental or your body. You know I am a big advocate for self love and care, so I had to be sure that I took care of myself and healed properly.

This was not intended to be long. I really just wanted to hear from. So, I would love to hear your coping technique(s) in the comments and also what you think of the poems.

We are at the end of another year Lovies, and I want us all to go into the new year with tools to make our presents and futures peaceful, joyous, stress-free, and prosperous. I want us to all be whole or at least working towards a wholesome life.

Have a wonderful week, a happy holiday season and happy reading!

Until next time,

Peace and blessings!

UNANSWERED QUESTIONS

What do you do when your heart feels like a heavy stone laying in your chest?

Your breath is snuffed out like the flame on a single taper,

And your vision is blurred through the burning tears welling in your eyes.

Questions never answered and fading away like the colors on a sunbaked, raggedy t-shirt.

How do you quiet the sounds of your lovers’ voice when you hear it in every song on your playlist?

The songs may change but the voice remains.

Is there a remedy for the sickness you feel in your gut whenever you think of never feeling their touch again?

When your lips remember the softness of their kiss and putting on your coat feels like their arms?

Who do you share your hopes, dreams, and accomplishments with when the one that applauded you and patiently listened has turned a deaf ear?

How do you cope with the realization that the one you so willingly shared your heart with disregards it like a typo in a memo?

And the anger…

What method do you use to assuage the rage?

How long does it take to erase the name of the one you loved from every part of the life you once shared?

Why do you randomly scream in silence at the glimpse of a photo?

Their smile turns to a snarl and the beauty fades,

Their face distorted by your pain, but you can’t stop staring.

When will I stop caring?

The days march on to a steady cadence, but you are stuck.

Stuck in the last memory because they were snatched away too soon.

Not in death which would be easier,

But in betrayal that festers like a rotten apple.

You ask yourself wishing you could get the closure that always eludes you,

You cry to your soul searching for a resolution.

Did you hear that?

The sound of your heartbeat returning.

Did you feel that?

The shift of your emotions with the realization that justice is served.

And the confirmation from Karma that your pain has been reciprocated.

One day, two days…the sun is shining in your heart.

Three days and then four…you regain the strength in your legs.

Day five…the clouds of depression have rolled in and the number in the square is one.

And the cycle continues until you can reach day six with a smile on your face that comes from joy and not the mask you put on to cope.

Oh god, let me make it to day seven!

The answer is…breathe

Jeanene M. Hall-Durham

BITCH ASS!

You’re a bitch ass!

Let me explain…

Swooping in like a bird of prey,

Hunting for hearts that have been broken,

Seeking out the emotions that have been played.

The words are sweet and dripping from your lips like honey,

While you weave your web of deceit.

The harlequin masks you wear disguise your vile character,

While you have the starring role in the play of charades.

Your actions say, “Guess who am I today?”,

A knight in shining armor or the invisible man?

Guess again, I am the devourer of your kindness,

Playing your emotions like an out of tune xylophone.

My costume today is covered with question marks,

Because the green hair in my ass is as wild as the joker.

You showed your ass in your true character form,

A bitch that would anger a wild dog in heat.

Your fangs are worn down from all the biting of the wooden nickels you have passed on to the unknowing,

Your tail is tucked like the coward you are.

You ghost to try and hide your bitch ass ways,

You disappear like a vapor in hopes of lies not being remembered.

You’re a bitch ass for leaving in the night with unanswered questions,

You’re a bitch ass for not giving what’s needed to mend the heart you shattered like a stone through glass.

So go on with your bitch ass!

Your explanation is no longer valuable or needed,

The heart you thought you destroyed is stronger now than any love that it held for you.

You want to know why you’re a bitch ass?

Fuck you! I’ve wasted enough breath on you!

Jeanene M. Hall-Durham

Jeanene Durham, "The Healing Wordsmith", is an Alaskan native, mother of seven, grandmother, aunt, sister, friend and lover of words. She is the owner of The Concierge Queen LLC, a premier personal and virtual assistance service in Georgia. Jeanene loves to travel, paint ceramics, help other, most importantly, spend time with her family and you guessed it...read.

thehealingwordsmith@outlook.com

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