ADHD AWARENESS MONTH QUOTE 12 OF 12
Wednesday, October 25, 2023
Support is the number one thing when it comes to fighting a mental illness. And the ones who have walked in the same shoes as you are the very best support system. There is no stigma in this group. There is no judging. We aren’t here to judge. We are here to understand and to let you know you aren’t alone in whatever battle you are facing. And that is why we started this group called You Matter.
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It’s like I’m living multiple realities at once, hoping one of them are my happily ever after.
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EXCUSE ME...!
EXCUSE ME…!
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The Pearl Road
"Aden has always fascinated me. As a child, I discovered this land of adventure by watching TV series adapted from Henry de Monfreid's novel "Les secrets de la mer Rouge," directed by Pierre Guillemot. The Corsican actor Pierre Massimi convincingly portrayed Henry de Monfreid, who had gone to the Horn of Africa to establish a pearl oyster harvesting company. As a teenager, I naturally devoured Henry de Monfreid's novels, dreaming of these semi-desert landscapes populated by proud and cruel men dying of thirst on the pearl road. Henry de Monfreid was an even more fascinating character than his novels. Born into the French bourgeoisie, he defied the conformism of the early 20th century to live in Djibouti. For me, who had grown up in a society that adored bronzed bodies under UV lamps, it was a shock. Henry de Monfreid had a frank, sharp gaze, the gaze of men who had evaluated and measured others in the difficulties of a dangerous life lived without safety nets. Henry de Monfreid had experienced the contempt of those who saw him as a brainless young man. He stumbled through life's obstacles many times, not always choosing the path of legality or that of the victors who could rewrite history. He survived all these trials. The man who returned to France in the late 1940s had no illusions about others or himself. He openly smoked the poppy he cultivated in his garden and, essentially, told anyone he wanted to go to hell. It's a shame he died in an isolated countryside when I was not yet ten years old. He was one of the many exceptional men and women I never had the chance to meet on this earth. [...]"
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Being human means facing consequences for our desires and sins, but the search for life's meaning is worth the struggle.
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Hustle and Heart: Tales of a Middle-Class Dreamer
Ever wondered what it's like to live carefree, not sweating over every penny and drowning in responsibilities? Dreaming without the constant shadow of bills and obligations? Welcome to the reality of us everyday hustlers, especially the middle-class working women.
January hits, and the dream of a solo holiday sparkles in my eyes. I hover over those tempting ticket prices, only to be brought back to earth – Dad needs a new phone. Tightening that budget belt already.
February whispers promises of a hotel reservation for that solo escapade. But alas, reality intervenes – aunty needs new glasses. Budget, you sly thing, always tight.
March rolls in, and my birthday calls for a celebration. Solo trip planning resumes, but wait – family needs new clothes, friends deserve treats. Living in society, remember? Tight budget alert.
April sneaks up, and thoughts of reserving a cozy homestay flirt with my desires. Then reality kicks in – sister's aspiring lawyer dreams demand new law books. Another month, another tight budget.
May suggests, "Why not throw caution to the wind and book that trip?" Oh, but Dad's medicines, new glasses, health checkup – he's aging, and responsibilities stack up. Budget? Yep, still tight.
June dawns, and dreams of a getaway vanish. Sister's college semester fees are due. Tight budget, the perpetual companion.
July arrives, but leaves no room for leaves. Work projects loom, and health checkups demand savings. Tight budget, a familiar refrain.
Lonely August slips away like sand. Tight budget echoes in its wake.
September storms in, piling up projects and workload. The budget? You guessed it – tight.
October brings Durga Puja, and the family craves new clothes. Tight budget, the unwavering constant.
November's Diwali dazzles with the need for new gold and a looming move as the rental agreement expires. Budget? As tight as ever.
December rears its head, signaling the time to pay up sister's college fees. Another year, another dance with the tight budget routine.
And the cycle repeats, a relentless carousel of dreams, desires, and the ever-tightening budget. Welcome to the rollercoaster of middle-class reality. 🎢💸
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रेखा के जीवन संघर्ष और सफलता की कहानी के बारे में जानिए
चांद को ज़मीन पर देखना हो तो वहां देखिए जहां कांजीवरम साड़ी पहने रेखा खड़ी हों। अभिनेत्री का चमकदार चेहरा, नागिन से बलखाते बाल और गजरे की महक आज भी लोगों की दिल की धड़कनें बढ़ा देती है। हर साल 10 अक्तूबर को अपना जन्मदिन मनाने वाली बॉलीवुड की दिग्गज अभिनेत्री रेखा ने लोगों के साथ ही हिन्दी सिने���ा के महानायक को भी अपना दीवाना बना दिया था।
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Whispers of Resilience
In shadows cast by fleeting years,
I danced a waltz with grown-up fears.
A childhood lost, a heavy toll,
In whispers of a wounded soul.
While friends frolicked in youth's embrace,
I bore the weight of life's swift race.
Responsibilities draped in gray,
Innocence lost, dreams put away.
Through corridors of fleeting time,
I walked the path, a paradigm.
Family struggles, finance woes,
In the garden, a lone flower grows.
Childhood's laughter, a distant sound,
As I navigated life unbound.
Maturity forced its early bloom,
In the twilight of a borrowed room.
Yet strength emerged from depths unknown,
A resilience in seeds I'd sown.
The sunsets painted on my face,
A canvas etched with quiet grace.
Oh, how I longed for carefree days,
To chase the sun in playful ways.
But duty called, and I replied,
A grown-up heart in a child's stride.
In dreams, I sought a lighter flight,
Yet anchored by the struggles, tight.
For every tear that marked the night,
A star was born, a guiding light.
So here I stand, a soul mature,
With tales to tell, hardships endure.
Though youth slipped by with fleeting grace,
I found my strength in life's embrace.
For in the crucible of strife,
I forged a deeper, truer life.
And as I gaze at the stars above,
I thank the trials that shaped my love.
-adriftpoetry
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Cancer, it says
I sit on the exam table
Twiddling my thumbs nervously
I've been alone for awhile
Waiting, waiting, waiting
The door clicks, pushes open
Doctor So-and-So walks back in
I never bothered
To learn his name
He grips a clipboard,
Stacked high with paper
My name in bold letters
On the front
His face is grim
I ask him for the good news first
He shakes his head: no good news
Cancer, he says
He tries to tell me more
Type of cancer, treatment options
Something about a tumor, symptoms to worry about
But I can't focus, words are empty now
Eventually he stops speaking
I look him in the eye
I only have one question
He answers: a few months, if you're lucky
The rest of the appointment is a haze
I walk back to my car, my phone in my hand
My thumb hovering over my best friend's number
He's asleep, I'll call him later
I drive home, my mom is there
She won't, or maybe can't, look at me
But she asks anyway
Cancer, he said
She tries to stay calm
Chemo, radiation, shave my head
The same shtick everyone gets
But my fate is written in the stars
She cries, she screams, she begs
She doesn't understand
My odds of survival are low with treatment
And I'd rather go out with a full head of hair
I blink
Days pass
Weeks pass
Months pass
I lay in a graveyard
I hold my phone in my hand
My best friend's number just under my thumb
I can't call him; not now, not ever
But he deserves to know
It's late at night, he'll be up
I text him
Cancer, I said
I lay my head on my stone like a pillow
And stare at the sky
The gods bless me with cloudless perfection
And I feel like the universe is open to me
As I gaze upon Jupiter
And my phone buzzes in my hand
How long do you have? He asks
Minutes, I reply
It was true
I knew my body was on its last legs
And something in me just…knew
My time was here, and I would pick my ending
I love you, he says
I love you too, I reply
I turn off my phone
I'm satisfied
I look at the moon,
And she looks back at me
She mourns the loss of life
But I do not
I feel the grass in my hands
I picked this plot myself
Right under an open sky
So my ghost could see the stars
I close my eyes, and listen to the sound
Of the wind rustling distant trees
Cars in the far off distance
My own breathing
The stars align, a light beckons
I hear violins singing for me
The clock strikes midnight
Fairy godmother has come
I close my eyes
They do not open again
A funeral is held, tears are shed
I chose my plot,
And the words on my headstone
Cancer, it says
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Sometimes you have to give up what you love for the sake of your sanity.
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I know I'll have to rebuild my life some day.
Learn to be kind enough, to smile once again.
But that day is not today.
I don't know when the day will arrive,
I don't know if it ever will.
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People keep warning me about things that can kill me. Ok like maybe I just wanna die, Karen.
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We have to be more understanding!
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ADHD AWARENESS QUOTE 2 OF 3
Tuesday, October 11, 2022
"Support is the number one thing when it comes to fighting a mental illness. And the ones who have walked in the same shoes as you are the very best support system. There is no stigma in this group. There is no judging. We aren't here to judge. We are here to understand and to let you know you aren't alone in whatever battle you are facing. And that is why we started this group called You Matter."
- Emma Thomas, Live for Me
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A Fortune Seeker
He did have a lot of merits,and was always full of spirit.
Aware of his complete strength,he knew where he’s gonna stretch.
He did have some petty romance,but only in its finest nuance.
Little had he managed perhaps,his youth won’t fill with extreme mishaps.
Unaware of on what to condemn,while fortunes shred like leaves in autumn.
He knew there’s a spring at the end,though his misery keeps…
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