I've barely written in oh, so long, Just been hard to feel that strong. I hope you'll forgive, But please don't forget And remind me to keep on singing my song. #keepgoing #poetry

This is what sobriety means to to me- It's not about anyone else you see. I've built a life, I live it so strong And learned just how to get along Without my crutch, my flamboyant muse, So cunningly crafted to mute my blues. I now spend all the hours as myself And seen billions of benefits to both family and health. My worth and well-being, put first finally, That's what sobriety means to me. #sobriety #poetry

They wear me and I am see-through, Exposed, uncovered Yet modestly hiding. The absolute worst Is in my mind. Stereo Vision. Doubt, Guilt. Guilt and Doubt Evil Twins. By Lena Britnell #Poetry #SelfExpression #EverythingElse

The day begins And I just know It's going to be One of those days. I dress myself With extra care. Trying hard Not to look down. A touch of red Slick like blood Reminds me We only live once. Transparent no longer I'm more solid now. I remember That I'll never give up. Just breathe. By Lena Britnell #Poetry #SelfExpression #MentalIllness

Mum, All that I am, I owe to you. The good bits I mean, The stuff that’s true. The things that come naturally, To love, to care. To be the one Who is always there. For others. And it’s fair to say, It’s not easy Carrying on some days. You do your best And that’s what I do. Faithful to that part of you. Am I’m glad, I work as hard as I do To be the best me Thank god for you. A Poem by Lena Britnell #Poetry #SelfExpression #Motherhood

Focus on the now, lighten up, cheer up, Just think about others that are much worse off. Worrying doesn’t change things, try harder and you’ll see The worst will never happen, what will be will be. Pull yourself together, cos the glass is half full, Count your blessings, pull your socks up, or someone else will! Get some perspective, lighten up or you’ll find Feeling sorry for yourself is just no good for the mind. Everyone gets anxious, has bad days don’t you know? But not e

It’s shaped me; all this stuff before, Though sometimes I don’t want to remember no more. The sense of being different, being set apart, Still hovers around, in my head and in heart. How I felt adrift, so strange, so different. Not quite fitting in, wherever I went. It was hard to deal with, in fact to survive. But best foot went forwards (just BREATHE!), stayed alive. Perhaps we’ve all been through it, in different ways We all have our battles, some struggling each day. Its

Just one beer, seemed a good idea Until it led to another. Two led to three, numbed as need be Pushing bad thoughts undercover. Bad dreams, restless sleep Self-forgotten and forlorn again. This morning I’m sneezing, my mind madly reeling Yet nothing outside seems changed. I feel half of myself, just fragments of health Left from the progress I’d made. Why can’t I duly, do the things that are truly On the path of a life lived unafraid. Why do I write this? It was only three dr

I just wanted to share with you the words of a famous poet that I have always appreciated but never really understood until the last few years. Perhaps because I have now become a parent myself, perhaps I just never saw these words from the other point of view but they are an interesting and provoking read from either the perspective of a child or parent to me now. I hope they resonate with you too. On Children - Khalil Gibran. Image taken from http://heartfulart.com/ #Mother