I’m fighting the urge to cut off all my hair. I mean, as in cut it all off aka Britney Spears back in the day. The only thing stopping me is having to go to work with a shaved head. My fingers are itching so bad. So I’m writing this post instead.
Author Vonita
Sad!
Truth being spoken, and it is sad to hear.
Gorgeous Girl
Ambition
A spark has been lit
The candle that lay hidden in the dark
I feel it flicker
I feel it burn
I feel the light
And I know that from here
The flame will lead the way
Hopefully Soon
I hoped and prayed and wished and tried to force the change I so desperately needed
It was all to no avail
My feeble attempts bore no fruit
In the end all I needed to do was wait
Wait for him to cross my path
Wait for him to magically appear
He has crossed my path
He has magically appeared
And I cannot wait
To see him again
Sydney Moon
At the water’s edge we sat
After the sun had dropped
Far beneath its surface
He pulled me close
I felt his lips
Just him and I
Blessed by a watchful
Sydney moon
New Paths
It’s amazing how the universe knows just what we need
That in some unexpected surprising manner, twists and turns will pass our way
Spin us till from dizziness we drop
And after we are back on our feet
A new path opens that was never there before
Depression and Migraines
Long term readers of my blog will know that I have suffered migraines for many years. I have been getting headaches and / or migraines every single month for at least the past twenty years or so (except during my two full-term pregnancies).
But for the past two months I have had no migraines at my regular time. I started light anti-depressant medication towards the end of March. So far I have not missed a day.
So I can see from my personal experience, that there does seem to be a link between depression and migraines. Even insofar that they can perhaps be treated by the same medication.
I feel like I have been given a new life. I am feeling positive. I am obsessing less. I feel strong enough to make career decisions.
On the downside, my poetry is diminishing. It is evaporating from my mind. I put this down to my decrease in obsession. My mind is ruminating less, and therefore less poetry.
However, I see this as a positive thing!



