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Category Archives: PTSD
God-usury
IIt is startlingly easy to forget you in the good timesand remember you in times of need;protect my heart from usurythis poison that seeps within and radiates out II“I remember you only when I need you,” I say, hanging my … Continue reading
Posted in addiction, anxiety, contemplation, depression, Food addiction, meditation, Poetry, PTSD, Recovery and healing, Scripture riff, Spiritual poetry, Spiritual search, spirituality, writing
Tagged love, prayer
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Vision
When I am pushed to the maxhelp me handle myself carefully, tenderly, delicately:Help me discern who also willand who won’t © Meisaan Chan
Posted in addiction, anxiety, contemplation, depression, Food addiction, haiku, meditation, Poetry, PTSD, Recovery and healing, Scripture riff, Spiritual poetry, Spiritual search, Spiritual strengthening exercises, writing
Tagged discernment, friendship, hardship, help, help me, vision
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Return to the womb, says the Lord
Return to the womb, says the LordQuestions do not need to be answered there.You do not even need to know the questions there.The darkness is safety.The warmth is safety.The breath is free and safe.Return to the womb © Meisaan Chan
Posted in addiction, anxiety, depression, Feminine God, Food addiction, haiku, meditation, Poetry, PTSD, Recovery and healing, Spiritual poetry, Spiritual search, spirituality, writing
Tagged Goddess, help, help me, safety, womb
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Pernicious comfort
Sometimes discomfort is precisely what is neededto move to better places;comfort can be perniciousas we settleand settleand settle © Meisaan Chan
Posted in addiction, anxiety, contemplation, depression, Food addiction, haiku, meditation, Poetry, PTSD, Recovery and healing, Spiritual poetry, Spiritual search, spirituality, writing
Tagged comfort, discomfort, growth, help, help me
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True healing and false healing
True healing necessitates digging out infectionpain and work False healing claimsthat doing nothing will heal © Meisaan Chan
Posted in addiction, anxiety, contemplation, depression, Food addiction, haiku, meditation, Poetry, PTSD, Recovery and healing, Scripture riff, Spiritual poetry, Spiritual search, writing
Tagged healing, infection, salve
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Discomforting change: The price of openness
Openness is not always comfortableor the outcome of the status quo;if you want to be open, analyze the pricehonestly discern your willingness © Meisaan Chan
Mutuality
Take me deeper, I request of the Lord.I can use anything to bring you deeper, the Lord responds,you will need to agree © Meisaan Chan
Posted in addiction, anxiety, Buddhism, contemplation, depression, Food addiction, God speaks poetry, haiku, meditation, Poetry, PTSD, Recovery and healing, Spiritual poetry, Spiritual search, writing
Tagged happiness, joy, suffering
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Spiritual surrender
SurrenderI cannot make happensand through fingers: Grasp harder, lose faster © Meisaan Chan
The path ends at the edge of a cliff
The path ends at the edge of a cliff.The path has not ended, the Lord says to me.This is where you jump © Meisaan Chan
How compassion protects you – or the nature of the human heart
When you are filled to the brim with compassionyou cannot ingest their poisonfor there is no room left The moment you decide to ingest some of their poisonsome compassion will come outfor there is no room left © Meisaan Chan
