I miss you – A Poem about my Ex
I miss telling you things.
I miss sharing stupid comments with you.
I miss your pointless chitter chatter about nothing.
I miss your soul in my life.
yoga
“Yoga isn’t for me”. But why?
“I’m not bendy. I’m not flexible. Yoga is for beautiful thin people who can do handstands on the beach”. Try again.
Yoga is everything but these things. Come on a journey with me, learn what yoga truly is…
healing
A Core Memory
I could hear the pitter patter of my children’s feet running around and their laughter filling the air. Such a divine moment, I could feel peacefulness wrapping itself all around me.
heartbreak
Why does he ignore me?
He doesn’t care enough.
It doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you.
It doesn’t mean he doesn’t treat you great at other times.
But it does mean he doesn’t care enough. About you. About himself. About growth, and investment in a relationship.
healing
Heal your mind, body and soul, so your children don’t have to heal from you
I spent the entire weekend with my ex and his new wife. My children had the best time ever, and it was even fun for me and my wife. Now I’m not saying it was easy, but I also knew this weekend wasn’t about me, it was about my children. Allowing them to make memories with their father and seeing us successfully co parent together again. Heal your mind, body and soul, so your children don’t have to heal from you.
healing
These last few weeks for me just feel like standstill
I remember being made to feel an outsider as I did not fit the mould of what a boy in a PE class “should” be. I was skinny, weak, effeminate, sexually confused and hated being made the centre of attention.
healing
Sports School Shame & My Yoga Journey
I remember being made to feel an outsider as I did not fit the mould of what a boy in a PE class “should” be. I was skinny, weak, effeminate, sexually confused and hated being made the centre of attention.
healing
Raised Christian and told being gay is a sin, so I married a man.
Coming home from a failed marriage is better than coming home in a coffin.
growth
Binging, bulimia, and restrictive diets – Fat Athletes transforming the Fat narrative
I’ve been fat since I was a child. I’ve joined weight loss groups, tried fad diets, and been stuck in a cycle of restriction and binging. The latter led to unhealthy relationships with food and bulimia. None of those things made me thin, and they certainly didn’t make me healthy. Most importantly, they made me unhappy. Only when I began to accept myself, as fat, did I begin to find happiness.
healing
He told me I was worthless. He beat me down. But I did not let his abuse break me
For years he told me I was worthless. For years he beat me down and made sure I hated myself. For years he told me I’d never amount to anything. Healing after years of abuse is one of the hardest things I have ever had to go through.
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My Pragmatic Poems: It started off as a warm spring night
My clothes stripped, my dignity too. That night I thought, I wouldn’t see it through. I lay there after, for what seemed like hours. Imagining on my grave, what type of flowers
healing
My pain led to the creation of something so beautiful – this website
Two weeks before lockdown, I found out my boyfriend was cheating on me. It was his way of rejecting me for coming out as non-binary. Being on furlough gave me too much time to sit in my pain. I later lost my job, and then lost my last lifeline through my group exercise income. I’ve been unemployed for five months, and lost £7,000 on my apartment. LGBTQ Wellness.co has been built from so much pain. Yet, I have created something so beautiful and healing, and I am so proud.
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My Pragmatic Poems: So alone, scared to my bones
I sat in my room, my addiction my answer. Yet all it did was act like a cancer. I felt, oh so alone.
My Pragmatic Poems: Super Sidekick
Being alone has me writing this rhyme
No superhero side no partner in crime
Days spent in isolation gives cause for hesitation
To open your door to wanting much more
healing
Our World is Beginning to Heal
In awe of the world beginning to heal – my children playing in the sunshine, giggling, blowing bubbles.
Life is blossoming, once again.
growth
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sharing stories helps us make sense of things we’re going through and connect with others in meaningful ways. pour yourself a coffee, turn up your favourite music, and journal your thoughts to create something special. share your story with us and help LGBTQ+ people around the world feel more connected
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pour your heart out to us, tell us your wildest fantasies, or just tell us a joke. this is a platform for you, in whatever shape that comes
growth
writing can unlock the deepest corners of our souls
we do not realise it, but writing helps us process our deepest emotions. there is no right way to do it, no script to follow, or model to replicate. just write. the mind will take its destined path
healing
Writing heals the soul
At LGBTQ Wellness.co we write every day. We write to heal. We write what is in our souls to share. We write, because it feels right.
