Tuesday Tidbit: Leaving

It was the way her mother looked at her when she said it that told her she wasn’t going to be getting any sort of sympathy, or any sort of help.

If her father had found out he wouldn’t have been so kind to have only given her a look.

It was also the way her mother spoke in a different tone after the fact, as if her whole person had been taken over by a new, methodical, fake one.

If her father had been in the same room he wouldn’t bother changing his persona, he would be himself and that would be frightening enough. She had loved that about him.

Tucking away her things into her oversized overnight bag she realized that this may be the very last time she laid her eyes on her bed, on her dresser, on her closet full of clothes and cat hair. She would miss the cat hair most of all. At least it, though annoying, still clung to her.

Her mother watched over her like a hawk as she packed away everything she could fit in the bag, leaving behind her books and trophies and old vintage rock posters.

She was also leaving behind her family, her non-responsive father in the bed upstairs and her suddenly changed mother, the latter wanting no part in her life anymore. Her father would feel the same, only much worse, if he were capable.

As she walked down the stairs grasping her plane ticket, her mother right on her tail, she thought about the good times within the home, though they were few and far between.

Her mother did not hug her, she barely even looked at her before she made her way out the door.

This is what she got for abandoning her dying father.

This is what she got for getting pregnant.

This is what she got for leaving.

 

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Friday Photos

A rather random storm popped up a few days ago here in northern Missouri, a sudden downpour with unreasonable wind for about 10 minutes, and then it was clear just like that. Here are a couple captures from the day.

Enjoy!
Profresh


Wanderlust Everyday: Part 6

A day of wanderlusting has led me to Part 6 of the Wanderlust Everyday Series (an end to this ridiculously long series is coming folks, I promise), the Cancun Edition. Most of these photos have been featured on my blog before, though perhaps not all in the same post.

Wanderlust on, my friends! (And somebody take me with you if you are going to a beach soon, I need it!)


Part 6: Mexico

Tuesday Tidbit: Willkommen and Bonjour

Willkommen and Bonjour



She said adios, but what she meant was te amo. 

He said ciao, but what he meant was restare.

The languages they spoke, which were so many between the two, never clashed, never interfered with the whole thing. It was tiring, however, always saying something you didn’t mean.

Mental Health Monday: Fuzzing

I wrote this blog a few, maybe four,  months ago, and just found it tucked safely and secretly away in my drafts. I wanted to share, for others feeling the same way, or others fighting feeling this way again. I was fuzzing, and at times I am still fuzzing, but things will and do get better!


My life is fuzzing away.

Loneliness and addiction. Those are my things.

Not my good things. When I think about it, they aren’t my bad things either.

I’ve been blogging and playing with (and paying very close attention to) my thoughts and feelings for awhile now since I’ve graduated college and moved in with the love of my life.

Those are my two things as well, the two things I always wanted to accomplish; wisdom and love.

But now I’m starting to realize that the things you thought you wanted and dreamed about do not solve your problems, do not shake your core feelings, and do not lead away any unwanted or unresolved feelings in your life.

I am TERRIFIED of being alone, both in life and at night. I get this indescribable hollow feeling that mixes with panic and desperation so tumultuously that I end up mood swinging from depressed and helpless to active and busy [sidenote from present Danielle, I recently found out I have Bipolar Disorder, so that statement makes so much sense to me now]. That was college.

Now I am living with my fiance and have been for some time, not needing to visit home every weekend, and doing fine in my independent office job.  It’s nice. It was nice, anyway.

The loneliness came back again, and with that came addiction (not drugs, but love and attention and pills). Addiction is America’s favorite vice, and who am I to be so unpatriotic that I would deny myself that right? Anywho, I craved being with somebody at all times, and when I wasn’t, I craved to be numb, fuzzing.

Here’s the kicker; sometimes I want that hollow loneliness, I want that addiction to come back. Is there a possibility that covering up my irrational dislike of being alone with extreme company constantly has got my brain missing that fear, that uncontrolled and unwanted feeling?

(This is one of those thinking out loud posts, Danielle likes to ramble and think too much)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fuzzy.

Vibrating lines.

Squiggled borders.

Close to implosion.

 

 

Friday Photos

I don’t have my usual selection of outdoorsy wonders today, but instead a few slightly different, and not too overall impressive due to a rush in the editing process, edits on a shot I captured of my beautiful nieces yesterday.

I am going to work some more on a more professional way to highlight her sense of wonder while staring at the flowers, it’s absolutely precious to me.

Enjoy some baby love!
Profreshionally Simple


Wanderlust Everyday: Part 5

If you avidly follow my blog (and if so congrats to you for following this mess, high five) then you are probably WELL aware of my travel this past year, but for the sake of finishing off my 7 part Wanderlust Everyday series I am bringing out the big travel guns again for one of my first and one of my favorite trips to the Windy City.

It’s so great to take a visual vacation every Wednesday, to reflect on where I’ve been and to think about where I’m going next.

I hope you all do the same! Enjoy!

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PART 5 – Chicago

Here are some images from my first trip to Chicago, just a wee little Sophomore in High School. This was my first major trip, a beginning of a long lasting love affair with travel.

 

This is my more recent trip to Chicago, my favorite trip with my now fiance, continuing my love affair with both him and travel. ❤

Tuesday Tidbit: Vibrant

Happy Flash Fiction Day!

Today’s Tuesday Tidbit is certainly how it sounds: Vibrant.

Enjoy! D.R Breshears


Taking a look back I noticed the color of her lips as she spoke harshly: a soft rose-petal pink.

Blue Jays flew out of her eyes at me, narrowly missing my gaze, and I caught the sound of a light purple breath escaping quietly, heroically. A baby dragon’s light spits of fire grew orange under her neck, spreading quickly. Her yellow ethereal glow darkened into a sticky brown haze not long after I decided to leave. The colors all mixed together disgustingly.

Looking ahead of me there was no color. There were shapes and hues and tints, but nothing as vibrant as the women I had left behind.