Michael James
michaeljameszz.bsky.social
Michael James
@michaeljameszz.bsky.social
Not drinking since 2010. Healing from CPTSD. Healing from childhood trauma.
I love you,
I love you,
I love you,
I love you,
I love you.

Me looking in the mirror.
February 27, 2025 at 5:59 PM
Even one deep inhale is enough

to breathe heaven in.
February 19, 2025 at 6:22 PM
Some days it can be harder to believe,

I am enough.

But then after reading it,

through some tears.

Yes,

I am enough.

#healing
February 3, 2025 at 7:40 PM
There were times that I thought it would never be possible to feel good about myself.

But here I am.
January 31, 2025 at 12:21 PM
In the past I would sometimes just go to bed to escape overwhelming situations.

I’d get up with a new energy.

I always thought I was hiding or I couldn’t face some things in my life.

I’m now realising that I was tired and just needed sleep.

Learning how to feel the basics.

That’s the post
January 29, 2025 at 11:40 AM
Many years ago I learned of a life force energy within us.

Now I see its healing power.

It pulls to heal naturally,
if I let it.

The infinity of it
as one.

When I let my glasses of resistance
fall from my face.

The first step was to surrender to gravity in this physical manifestation.
January 28, 2025 at 11:45 AM
Yes,

after all you went through,

someone loves you, how you are.
January 27, 2025 at 1:47 PM
Two suns, two travelling light beams,

she was on one and I on the other,

our paths crossed,

our love met,

but always two.
January 27, 2025 at 1:47 PM
There’s one thing I know from experience.
If I get up every morning at 5am.

I go to bed at 8pm.

I don’t lose sleep.
January 21, 2025 at 3:53 PM
“What if the message, or mission, is flowers? What if the message is that you don’t need to go on an elaborate quest, that what we’re searching for is often right on the table in front of us, right on our own windowsill?”

from Apples on a Windowsill, by Shawna Lemay
January 20, 2025 at 2:52 PM
The houseplants need watering. I will attend to that task, and that thought will not disturb me when I sit quietly by myself.

On a side note I didn't realise hashtags are a thing here.
(old x brain!)
January 20, 2025 at 10:53 AM
What's your language of your soul?
January 19, 2025 at 12:02 PM
Beginnings of healing.

Get some air dry clay.

Shape what comes to the mind.

Take your time doing it.

Observe the feelings when

someone disturbs you.

Even your cat.
January 19, 2025 at 10:37 AM

One is never afraid of the unknown; one is afraid of the known coming to an end.
- Krishnamurti
January 16, 2025 at 2:59 PM
Reposted by Michael James
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January 14, 2025 at 7:02 PM
It has been a good day.
January 14, 2025 at 5:39 PM
Fear has protected me,

maybe it's time to let it go.

Healing.
January 12, 2025 at 11:45 AM
I never felt so grounded as yesterday and today.
Healing.
January 12, 2025 at 11:37 AM
I was noticeing that I was tightning my stomach prior to reaching the bump. I relaxed by body and let it go all floppy.

Just let go and go with it.
No nausea.

A physical integration of mind and body.

I asked myself,

"Could I do the same thing with an anxiety attack?"
2/2
January 11, 2025 at 12:04 PM
One of the most important things I ever did,
was to go over a sharp hump backed bridge in a car as
a passenger many times on journeys.
The feeling of nausea was horrible.

The important thing and change, was my surrendering to it.
1/2
January 11, 2025 at 12:04 PM
There was something here that entered me in northern Spain.
January 10, 2025 at 4:40 PM
I wonder if we as children knew how to
ground ourselves

when we stamped our feet into a puddle of water.
January 10, 2025 at 3:38 PM
Waiting for you,

I tore the wallpaper in strips

and saw many

shades of colours.

Each layer

going way

back in time.

I didn’t know that’s where you lived too.
January 4, 2025 at 11:30 AM
I’ve done many hours of therapy throughout my life.

But it’s only now I’m ready to go deeper.
January 2, 2025 at 1:52 PM
I was taught to keep my heart closed.

To protect it at all costs.

Last year I found a key and opened it slowly,

and I liked what I saw.
January 1, 2025 at 10:17 AM