Tag: dysfunction

Reblog – Memoirs of Susi Bocks by Barbara Leonhard

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I’m grateful to Barbara for her platform to discuss the important topic of generational trauma, one I feel has impacted not only mine but so many other lives. Life is hard enough, but when those we lean on during our vulnerable years for support do the exact opposite, it sets us up for so much more negativity. Thankfully, we can escape our past and live a good life. I hope being open about it can help others. Thanks again for sharing, Barbara!

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I have a new poetry podcast on the Memoirs, of Susi Bocks. You can find it here – https://meelosmom.podbean.com/e/memoirs-of-susi-bocks/

This episode features the memoirs of Susi Bocks, who courageously shares her painful upbringing by a dysfunctional and abusive mother. Grief and anger hide in wait for illumination when Susi’s heart opens to reveal her self-worth, which was so beaten down over the years. Susi shows us that we can come to terms with our past and overcome parental abuse, which often results from transgenerational trauma.

Susi Bocks, writer/author/poet, has self-published two books: Feeling Human and Every Day I Pause. You can find her work atIWriteHer.comor follow her onFacebook athttps://www.facebook.com/MyHumanityInWrittenForm/, where she invites you to read her thoughts and get to know her. Bocks’ work has been published in the anthologySMITTEN: This Is What Love Looks Like: Poetry by Women for Womenand inVitaBrevis

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Reblog – Changed

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Ah yes, “people” problems. So often, we are faced with them. This piece especially reminds me of my relationship with my mother. It was dysfunctional and toxic, and for many years quite problematic until I chose to stop the effects of her poison from entering into my life as well as my family’s lives. I can’t say the relationship ever got better but it started getting easier. Her death proved to be the time where I could finally not hold a grudge.

Reblog – Achromatic Existence by Christine Bolton

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This piece gave me all the feels, way down deep! It’s a rich visual even though it’s a black and white statement, so to speak. Enjoy!

 Saurabh G from Pixabay

Achromatic Existence

Your blackness
sullies my clear mind
My whiteness dilutes
your darkness
to a neutral grey
Clinging to
a colorless world
that has become
the oxygen
we breathe
into this dysfunctional
codependency
An anemic sadness
void of pigment
Trust severed
like an amputated
albinistic limb
Limping through an
achromatic existence

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

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Reblog – someday by Juansen Dizon

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This made me reflect heavily on my upbringing. Coming from dysfunction sets you up for a lot of “undoing”. Sadly, there are so many who are still guided by their brokenness, continuing to hurt those around them.

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maxresdefaulti am looking forward 
to the day 
when my brokenness 
no longer controls my life.

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Pretense

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so many efforts
that come sincerely
at the edge
of the abyss

are they really you?

this predetermined
and limited act
when this hand
is about to let go

will i?

this need
to step it up
so I don’t
step down

yes you, every time

WWGD

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No, not What Would God Do. It’s all on you.

Much of our lives is undoing the damage we brought forth from our childhood into the adult version of us. For years we reacted from an uncomfortable emotional space, unconsciously inhabited, but seemingly normal. Angry, sad, desperate children trapped in a much taller and larger body. But is it possible we could picture how an adult would respond instead of opting for a knee jerk pitch from our past? Might the outcome be different? Even if we can’t always do the best thing in every situation, isn’t it worthy of a try? It would seem to be a good enough reason to make that conscious effort of saying to oneself, “What would a grown-up do?” precisely because continuing to repeat old patterns of behavior gets us nowhere.

Just a thought.

 

Elder

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death gifted me a new hierarchical level
a transition of status
deserved? maybe
definitely earned
especially in my family

accidental or age-related
expiring and passing the torch
a normal consequence of living
most times it’s hard
in my case, a good thing

finally having autonomy
the benefit of losing people
who held me back for years
death seems a good thing
#fight me

resentments let go of
feelings resolved
the chaos and drama over
by dying they
helped heal my old wounds

Opposing

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Cody Davis

coloring outside the lines
from early on
disciplined often
she didn’t play well with others

rebellious and obnoxious
loud and proud
seeking attention
needing to be heard

she found the majority
were not her clan
so proud to be dissentient
always doing things her way

mostly on the outside
peering in
headstrong and defiant
a breed born of dysfunction

but she was strong and capable
a mover and shaker
mystifying the competition
finding her peace anyway

Monsters Are Real

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Michael Weidner

the inhumanity of humans
fuel nightmares
all times of the day
innocence lost
over and over again

heartbreak, pain, and suffering
monsters don’t just hide in movies
they won’t die
they reemerge
in another life

For Show

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Elijah O’Donnell – Unsplash

cut flowers
damaged to project perfection

eventually, they’ll die
it’s not natural to live in glass

we were both cut in youth
damaged to project perfection

outside showed one thing
inside was a mess

both of us broken people
trying to get it right

hard knocks
every one a lesson

forced smiles
pressured lives

hard to bloom
when defeat is all you know