-
Continue reading →: Grief can be nutty
I held your name like something fragile, a cup with a crack I pretended not to see. The world kept turning—loud, indifferent— while mine went quiet in uneven breaths. Grief is a strange, nutty thing, rolling through the mind in jagged loops, one moment bitter, the next absurd, laughing where…
-
Continue reading →: I watched the world go quiet
I watched the world grow quiet the day you slipped away— like dusk settling gently at the end of a long, aching day. Your hands, once heavy with burden, finally learned how to rest, and all the pain that held you was lifted from your chest. No more the silent…
-
Continue reading →: Getting through the next two days is going to be so tough
Dad’s funeral is today and tomorrow. Today is just prayers, and a small service, tomorrow is the actual funeral mass and cremation. It is going to be a tough few days. My head is all over the place, my emotions are too. I don’t know whether I’m coming or going.…
-
Continue reading →: Baby steps
In quiet dawns where shadows softly crept, I found the courage in baby steps I kept, A trembling heart, unsure of where to go, Yet inch by inch, I felt a steady glow, Each fragile move a promise gently swept. The road was long, with cracks beneath my feet, And…
-
Continue reading →: I am not broken
I carry grief the way the earth holds rain— not as a wound alone, but something sown. It seeps through cracks I never meant to show, yet in that dark, unseen, something has grown. I am not shattered by the weight I bear; I bend, I breathe, I rise because…
-
Continue reading →: Seize the day
Seize the morning before it wakes, before doubt drips in through quiet cracks, before the world remembers your name and tells you who you are not. Seize the breath between heartbeats— that fragile, flickering space where courage is born without permission, where dreams are still untouched by fear. Seize the…
-
Continue reading →: The shape of what remains
Grief does not arrive all at once— it circles, like a hesitant visitor unsure of the door. It takes its time to approach, soft-footed in the morning when the light feels wrong, and louder at night when silence stretches too far. I thought it would be a storm— something I…
-
Continue reading →: American cinquain poetry prompt: Need is our inspiration
Need Quiet, constant Pulling, urging, pressing A whisper that won’t fade Hunger Cinquain Poetry Prompt 44: THINK is your inspiration. | ronovanwrites
-
Continue reading →: Song lyric Sunday 29th March 2026
This week for song lyric Sunday our theme is to find a song related to Froid’s ID theory. I chose this one! This is such a scentual song I think! Here are some song facts about sexual healing. 🎶 Basic Info Released in 1982 on the album Midnight Love It…
-
Continue reading →: One day my grief will subside
One day, my grief will subside, Like waves that retreat from the shore, Yet today, the silence remains wide, An echo of the laughter I adore. I reach for your voice in the dark, A whisper, a memory, a fleeting flame, Each moment without you leaves its mark, A life…
-
Continue reading →: Reenas xploration challenge: let us learn what peace is
In a room of restless questions and untied shoelaces, where crayons roll like tiny comets across a paper sky, we begin. Not with speeches, not with history’s heavy doors, but with a circle on the floor and a simple rule: everyone fits inside. A child says peace is quiet. Another…
-
Continue reading →: Moonshine
Moonshine drips through moist night air, A hush of motion, soft and slow, It clings to dreams that linger there— Moonshine drips through moist night air. Each shadow sways without a care, In silver tides that ebb and flow, Moonshine drips through moist night air, A hush of motion, soft…
Thank you for reading, liking, and commenting to my posts. It is very appreciated.
I am currently raising money to pay for ongoing psychotherapy. I am a survivor of complex trauma, I have dissociative identity disorder, and complex PTSD. Therapy can be very expensive.
If you feel like donating to my fund you can donate using pay pal. My pay pal email for donating is:
Don’t feel you have to, there is no pressure, but I’m grateful for any donations that are received.
Again thanks for visiting!
Let’s connect On Socials
Subscribe Via Email
Subscribe to read the latest post from Therapy Bits!
Recent posts
Participatory Badge For Photos For Journals
What I’m Currently Reading
Blog Stats
1,064,416 hits
Top Posts & Pages
Categories
Abuse survivor Alters Anxiety Blindness blogger Blogging creative writing Depression Diary Did Disability Disabled Dissociation Dissociative identity disorder Dogs Emotions Family Feelings fiction Food Fun Healing Joy Life Lifestyle Love Mental health Mental illness Personal Poem Poetry Prompt prompts PTSD questions Quotes Recovery Sleep story Therapy Thoughts Trauma Wordpress writer Writing
Therapy Bits 