Tips for Stress-Free Holidays

I’ve started a YouTube series on my new channel on how to stay as stress free as possible during the holiday season.

I do this because it’s a really painful time for a lot of people. The holidays are meant to inspire and create joy and peace within us all. A time for us to remember all that we’re thankful for, the people we love, and all the ways our life has grown. It swells within us the urge to spread love to others, to help out those who stand in need, to uplift the heavy heart.

 

And yet, it turns out to be one of the most depression, anxiety, and emotional pain inducing times of the year.

Rates of depression and anxiety sky-rocket. Parents feel guilt and shame over not having mountains of gifts for their children. Adults feel stretched thin by family, feeling as if there is no way to please everyone, no way to spend time everywhere. We feel we “should” be doing this or that, here or there, and that we never meet the expectations the season has placed on us. We become isolated and lonely, sometimes alienated and sick with stress.

Instead of peace, joy, and love – too often we get manipulation, shame, and anger. This is not how we’re meant to feel.

Our joy and happiness is so important, I can’t express it in words. We’re all so valuable and worthy of the best this world has to offer.

 

I hope you have a healthy, more enjoyable holiday this year. Regardless of what you celebrate or don’t, where you’ll be or what you choose to do or not – you deserve to be treated with love, compassion, respect, and dignity by others AND yourself.

Don’t forget to take care of yourself.

 

What are your experiences this time of the year?

Do you do anything in particular to keep away from the negative emotions and behaviors of this season? Any magical advice?

 

Marble Tongues

Maybe when it drops down

We’ll make sense of it

Maybe not

 

If the sun drips sapphire

It might burn to the bone

Maybe simply warm

The ashes

Until they catch fire

 

If we drown in our riches

Perhaps the earth will sorrow

Or perhaps she’ll sigh

And drink down the blood

An offering to the carrion

To restore balance

 

Maybe when it falls down

We’ll make a foundation of it

Maybe not

 

If the bones keep dry

I’ll sleep inside the carcass

No one will breathe my way

 

 

By Daphne Shadows

Thanksgiving- Before and After

BEFORE DINNER

AFTER DINNER

I’m gonna pop. But I’m totally okay with it today.

I hope you enjoyed Thanksgiving! If you don’t celebrate it- I still hope today was fabulous for you. Every day is important.

I have issue with the roots of Thanksgiving but I choose to celebrate what I’m thankful for, regardless.

I’m so glad I have you amazing people of the blogosphere. I hope you feel loved and know you’re valuable beyond measure.

Never Give Up

Let me put that better…

Always keep moving forward, always keep trying.

 

Whatever you’re struggling with today, you can handle it, I promise.

Even if it’s hard and it’s a struggle the whole time – you’re still winning.

I mean, seriously – what’s your track record?

You’ve survived every single bad day, horrid challenge, and painful experience. You’ve beaten all of your trials in life. You have a 100% success rate.

You’re still here. You’re still trying.

 

Don’t forget to pay attention to how much you’ve grown, achieved, learned, and succeeded at.

You’ve got this.

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Fall is A Lovely Color

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A little taste of lovely life, changing before our eyes. Fall is a phoenix, reminding us that everything must die and be reborn.

We allow our lives to wax old too easily. Allowing our loves and inspirations and motivations to die in a snowy land of desolation and disuse.

Fall is a burst of maddening chaos and reason, reminding us of all this world and all our hearts have to offer – if only we’ll reach out and snatch the vibrancy burning just within our reach.

Amazing, the way the world looks through the lens of a camera.

 

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My Lips on Your Lungs

There isn’t black black-enough to cross it out.

Sitting like a king on the horns of doubt.

Does anybody know what I’m talking about?

 

If I set fire to the moon, would you notice?

Could I sacrifice my pain to see truth, to know this?

Misery is the only home I’ve had but it’s one I wouldn’t miss.

 

It’s a little crazy, isn’t it?

Grinning to ensure you fit.

It burns, doesn’t it?

 

Almost like the world wants us to live. But it doesn’t.

Realizing I’ve walked in the skin of someone I wasn’t.

Until I became you to stay away from what I mustn’t.

 

Mustn’t, little miss.

Good girls and boys all know this.

 

Mustn’t be a mess

Pretend you have no stress

Got society to impress

They might ask you to undress

Must always answer yes

And speak a little less

Win this game of chess

Ignore your heart’s abscess

Yes – you can breathe, I guess

(Just not in excess)

Climb to my your success

Must make everyone obsess.

 

I tired your way, discovered something –

I don’t want this life and I’m fighting.

Everyone ready? You might need better lighting.

 

I’ll undress alright, unzip my skin,

Drop it on the floor and let the horror settle in.

Pull up a chair, take a seat, I’m about to begin.

 

I’m a mess, I confess, no doubt about that.

Can’t just pull mental health out of a hat.

And something’s making it worse, let’s talk about that…

 

You want who I am to be the mask you used to see,

But that’s just not me and I’d rather be free.

Instead, I’ve started stepping into me.

 

You’re angry but that’s okay, I expected the worst.

But this shabby glass bubble, I’m going to shoot, it’s going to burst.

I need some space. My soul needs to be nursed.

Sometimes all this compassion makes me feel cursed.

I’m drowning in pain ‘cuz I never put myself first.

I wish all these wasted years could be reimbursed.

When I speak up now, it has to be rehearsed.

Feeling so spineless? Let me tell you, it’s the worst.

 

Have to climb a mountain just to open my mouth.

Always afraid the situation’s going to go south.

 

Then there’s this other part of me that wants everything to burn.

‘Cuz maybe if they hurt too, they’ll have to learn.

With their pretty plastic melting, with nowhere to turn,

Maybe they’ll remember some respect, some human concern.

 

If I’m honest though, sometimes I just want them to hurt.

Yeah, I know, it’s childish. I’m trying to divert.

No, I won’t smile and no, I won’t revert.

I’m thinking it’s time to draw some lines and assert.

 

Let me just slide it down like lace,

I won’t force but you’ll embrace

Or I’ll leave, erase every trace.

I’m using my own two feet if I’m running this race.

You can’t have my voice or my face.

Won’t sell my soul, get off my case.

Think I’ll eat it? You’re off base.

 

Won’t take it for the crowd or sit like a lady,

Won’t wait politely in line for a bowl of misery.

Think you can stop me? Then you never knew me.

 

Sewing my own skin now and it’s Mizz not missy.

You want into my life? Show me!

Think I should go back to pretending? Try me.

Think I’m too messy? I’m so not sorry.

Think I’m too open? Don’t follow me.

 

Throwing husks into the fire so I can see inside myself.

Taking all these voices off the shelf.

Going to work. Shattered mind won’t fix itself.

Watch me stitch them together into one self.

 

Double sided, bipolar, multiple personality,

Jekyll and Hyde. Yes baby, that’s me.

Normal to be more than one thing, you hear me?

 

Not enough whiteout to cover me up now.

You could probably extinguish me, but I’m not sure how.

Kill me but changing me’s not something I’ll allow.

Killing butterflies and making dignity bow –

That’s not for me, I’ll stop you somehow.

Bottom line is, you won’t have any part of me, I disavow.

 

Silly shadow eater, you thought I was done?

I’ve got my ribs to crack open and wars to have won,

Barbed wire to come open, velvet to slide on,

I’ve got my boots to lace up, some hearts to shake, hon.

Walls to break until your fears come undone,

I’ve got heavy nights to bleed through to meet the sun.

Oops – that’s not what you meant by some edible fun?

My lipstick on your lungs, I’ve got a reckoning to run.

 

By Daphne Shadows

 

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