• We Dance

    10 Dec 2017
    Journal Style!, My Story, Topic Thought.

    In my imperfection is your glory

    In my depression, I dream

    In the darkness there is hope

    when my faith is tired, and amidst a storm

    when suicide  is prevalent there is an escape

    I DANCE 

    I dance with him who is the author of my life

    I dance with the spirit that flows through my body

    I dance with the opportunities penetrating my heart

    WE DANCE

    At times my mind is darkened

    At that time I see:

    1 stage 

    1 spotlight

    and 1 opportunity 

    to dance with words

    sing with grace

    defeat all odds

    to accept the golden ticket to my eternity and purpose

    I DANCE

    as my world spins

    time winds down

    voices are strange

    spirits are quick

    and footprints are non-impactful and dominant

    I lock eyes with eternity

    kiss companionship

    grab hold of trials

    give the middle finger to the devil

    for the creator dances with me

    holds onto me; I am not alone

    And God extends his hand asking me one question

    “may I have this dance” 

     

     

     

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  • A Burden (we) carry

    10 Dec 2017
    Journal Style!, My Story, Topic Thought.

    To the soul on this journey: take courage

    To the soul alone: take hope

    To the soul in battle: tread easily

    Run this race not as one, but with one

    There is a burden to know your calling

    whether it’s to be a Christian or Atheist there is a burden we are all carrying

    to convince the unbeliever

    to cry with the broken

    sit with the poor

    have patience, have integrity

    teach through self-discovery and disobedience and intolerance

    wait patiently for the triumph

    wait for the blind to see so that maybe one will put down that drink

    wait for the deaf to hear so just maybe one will put down that needle

    wait for the  lame to raise so they’ll believe again

    and wait for the dumb to speak so they’ll be able to witness and clothe another

    a burden we carry, a burden I carry, a burden you carry

    imprinted on our hearts

    to be marked with optimism

    clothed in humility

    standing through doubt

    commit to perseverance, faith, kindness, meekness, the unforeseen, the evil, through the devil’s trials and many errors.

    when we love

    when we care

    when we see the top of the mountain

    We realize it’s a glorious burden to carry

    given to the swift

    pure in heart

    strong and overcomers

    Thank you, Jesus, for the burden I carry

     

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  • Beauty in the Journey

    10 Dec 2017
    Journal Style!, My Story, Journal Style!, Topic Thought.

    We are:

    Quick to judge, when beauty is deeper than skin

    Quick to overlook and over complicate the definition of true beauty

    The beauty that runs from the heart with its truth and wisdom flowing through one’s blood

    Beauty is as simple as laughter

    a kind smile 🙂

    gracious spirit; actions of a hug

    a cooked meal with free ears to listen

    or just a helping hand

    That’s beauty

    Beauty is:

    the expression of Joy, similar to discovering the unconditional love of Jesus or the universe

    a non-judgmental, limitless, open minded and evolving heart

    I’m grateful to be shown, true love

    Beauty is in nature:

    vibrant green grass

    rainbow flowers

    purple carrots

    yellow squash

    black grapes

    and red apples

    Beauty is in season and out, powerful and wonderful even when it brings calamity

    Summer brings joy

    Fall a crisp seasoned air

    Winter brutal and cold yet purifies the earth with snow

    Spring full of rain and wonders of what it is to come

    Beauty tells us promises are abound to the rich and poor, educated and not

    we share this journey

    Beauty is in this journey

     

    I was just baptized, and in this act, I was baptized with a recovering alcoholic with 12 years sober and he was making a declaration to his community, himself and God, proof of God’s beauty, proof of the promise, and justification for beauty.

     

     

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  • Am I sufferer? Or, am I survivor?

    12 Mar 2017
    Truth & Foster Care

    Should I consider myself suffering, or, should I consider myself a survivor?

    I’ve been battling mental illness since I was 11 years old. I’m 25. So 14 years, and my symptoms have intensified as I aged. However, I still RECOVER!

    It’s during the episodes of depression, or the aftermath of mania that I feel victimized to an unstable brain. However, when I’m stable it’s when I realize I’m a survivor.

    I’m 25 and a junior in college, I told my therapist basically, that I’m a loser;  because my friends are traveling the world, I’m not; my friends are getting married having families, I’m not. So then I tell myself “I must be less THAN them”

    It’s when I doubt my journey, and the recoveries I’ve made, the clinical progress I’ve made; that  I subject myself to suffering. Truth is, I recover a lot faster than I did during my teens. My hospitalizations are fewer, and  I’ve established more community relationships and friendships than before. So, no, I’m not suffering. I’m LIVING!

    We have to give credit where it’s due.

    I have a 14-year-old cousin who I consider a little brother, and I’ve helped raised him. Going to school events, basketball games and more; cooking adventures, museum trips and more… I did that while I was sick and well. I poured into another human beings life and thought outside myself. I put another person first, while I was sick and while I was well. I’m a survivor! I’m a mentor, I am a friend.

    Sometimes when depressed, I write my best blogs and now have readers from all over the world.

    I think of AA and NA meetings, where you introduce yourself stating, “Hi, I’m Domenia and a cutter or addicts (whatever it may be) and then I wonder when will I stop subjecting myself to my past, and create a new identity. I don’t believe once an addict always an addict. Once a cutter always a cutter. I think once you put down that needle, drink or scissors, you’re more than your addiction.  You’re a child of God and a survivor. We struggle, urges are there, but when you think of yourself as apart of a deity, a child of a God, and a part of something bigger than yourself, you then realize you’re more than your addiction, more than a mental or physical illness and more than your mistakes.

    Once you accept the love from God/Universe/Allah (whoever you believe in) you have accepted the calling that your “higher power” has bestowed upon you.

    I’m apart of many groups on facebook, filled with people who vent, and are ever so quick to accept their illness to the extent that they forget the other ingredients to their personality and identity.

    I’m a writer (with poor grammar 🙂 ) I’m a mentor, I’m a student, I’m a friend to someone, a mother or father, I’m an artist, I’m a singer…We need to find the good gifts that were given to us and enhance them so that they consume us positively and we live out our “true potential”

    Yes, I have a bipolar disorder and psychosis and ADD. Yes! I’m not going to lie to myself. Yes, I struggle. Yes, sometimes I need to admit to the hospital. Yes, I need medication to stay leveled. But this is 25% of me, maybe less. I’m 75% more! And this is what we need to remind ourselves. It takes practice but with every down, there is an up, we just need to realize it.

    We can do it!

    I judged myself for not being done with college and finding a stable job. However, I didn’t realize that I’m still in college, I haven’t quit. I still have friendships, so with every depressive thought, I fight that illusion with the truth. Jill Griffin, says “feelings are not facts” and that’s like a holy scripture in my world. What I feel isn’t always true.

    Some of us are afraid of being free, afraid of stability, and are complacent and we complain. Most of us think that the solution to our mental illness will be in a pill. However, it’s not always true. Pills help, but there is work we must do; there is a degree of self-actualization that needs to be discovered.

    My grandma always told me, from the day you’re born, and the day you die, aren’t the most important two dates, it’s what you did in between the start of your life, and the end of your life that speaks volumes.

    If I don’t graduate until I’m 30, then at least I graduated. If I don’t get married or have kids, it’s ok! If I don’t have kids, it’s okay. Because I have a little brother who needs my support, and I’ll be there. There are other kids I can mentor. There are many ways you can give back to life, without a fancy degree and title. Lets, think outside of our capitalist society, think outside this political dogma, think outside your perceived limitations.

    And Live your truth!

    Hi, I’m Domenia Dickey, and I have bipolar disorder and psychosis. However, I am not bipolar!

     

     

     

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