Children grieve too.

"There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love."(Washington Irving)

They say the eyes are windows of one's soul.

I believe this is true, for the eyes can speak much louder than the tongue.

Looking into the eyes of a certain 10 year old, as he shares his fears and expressed his sadness, is like drowning in a sea of worries and confusion.

I've always said he is not your typical kid. Not only was his innocence shattered at the loss of his best friend, who was also his sister, at such a young age, but he has had to grow up faster than others as he tries to understand how this world works. He is a breath of fresh air on any given day; he is my heart. So when his heart is broken, that makes mine shatter in more way I didn't think was possible.

Just this evening, he looked me in the eye and told me leukemia ruined his life. He stated it was not fair that he was only able to share three years with his sister. Tears made their way down, on both our parts, as I agreed with him that he was right and it wasn't fair. He then said he wished he had more time with her. He hugged me and of course I squeezed back not wanting to let go. I looked at him and told him it was okay to talk about his feelings; it was okay to cry. His eyes spoke what his mouth did not say.

Every day and every night I pray that his heart is comforted. 😔

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Oops! I did it again...

I went and did a Britney.
No, I did not have a meltdown, though at times I feel as though I am on the verge one.
Stress does it to you; It is a natural part of being a human - it's unavoidable.

According to google:

stress stres/ noun 1. a state of mental or emotional strain or tension resulting from adverse or very demanding circumstances. "she's obviously under a lot of stress" synonyms:strain, pressure, (nervous) tension, worry, anxiety, trouble, difficulty; informalhassle "she's under a lot of stress
A few weeks ago, while on Pinterest during lunch, I searched short hair cuts.
Yes, I was thinking of going short again.
One of the reasons being that I had chunks of hair falling out on a daily basis. Seeing those chunks caused my stress levels to increase.

You now probably figured out what I did.
If you guessed, cut my hair off, then you are correct.
I scheduled the appointment and didn't think about it twice.

Oh how liberating it was to feel the weight being…

Reflections

I look away but not before stealing a glimpse of the reflection staring back Sad brown eyes full of pain and sorrow lies of yesterday and worries of tomorrow unanswered questions prancer in my head like ballerina dancers pirouetting in never ending circles challenging who I was then and who I am now at one point young and naive so quick to believe and so easy to deceive falling for everything and yet now everything is falling apart. a part of then still lingers within and mingles with what has become and no one knows what it really is things aren't always what they seem to be too caught up to really see the turmoil inside of me.

This is me ...

Hola! For those who don’t know me, I am Yvette! I am a mother, wife, daughter, sister, aunt, friend, but most importantly, I am ME. I have a love for reading and writing, long walks, and taking pictures. I am a family type of girl, meaning my family comes before anything and everything. Family – the ones meant to love and be there for you through it all. Because you don’t walk out on family, even when they walk out on you. They say it’s taboo to talk about domestic violence and sexual assault, yet it happens. I won’t say I am a victim, but I will say I am a survivor. I am not what has happened to me. I am what I choose to become. Life has been a bit rough, but it has also given me many blessings. I’ve learned to smile through the tears, and appreciate the gift of love. I’ve learned to be strong even when I’ve had every reason to crumble. I have fallen, but like Maya, I will continue to rise.

Into Me You See

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