#LifeNarratives

[jaggedjawjosh]

Her health flourished; in each sunrise, she found healing, demonstrating that wellness is truly the first wealth.

[harmonyhealinghub]

Victory: A Journey of Triumph and Resilience Shaina Tranquilino March 14, 2024

Victories are the threads that weave together our unique stories. Each triumph, no matter how small or grand, shapes the narrative of our existence. Today, let's explore the profound and personal meaning behind the phrase "I am victorious" as we delve into the journey of triumph, resilience, and self-discovery.

Victory Beyond the Obvious: Victory is often associated with overt achievements and tangible successes, but true triumph extends beyond the surface. It's about overcoming personal hurdles, conquering inner demons, and persevering in the face of adversity. The phrase "I am victorious" takes on a deeper significance when we reflect on the internal battles we've fought and the personal growth we've undergone.

Embracing Failure as a Stepping Stone: Victory is not always a linear path, and failure is an integral part of the journey. Those who can embrace setbacks as opportunities for learning and growth are the true victors. "I am victorious" becomes a mantra that encapsulates the resilience to bounce back from defeats, armed with newfound wisdom and strength.

The Power of Positive Affirmations: The phrase "I am victorious" is more than just a proclamation; it's a positive affirmation that can shape our mindset and influence our actions. By repeatedly affirming our triumphs, big or small, we reinforce a positive self-image and cultivate the confidence needed to face future challenges. The mind, when conditioned for victory, becomes a powerful ally in the pursuit of dreams.

Celebrating Milestones, Big and Small: Life is a series of milestones, and each one is a cause for celebration. Whether it's achieving a career goal, overcoming a personal fear, or making progress on a passion project, acknowledging these victories is essential. "I am victorious" becomes a joyful declaration, a testament to the determination and effort invested in reaching each milestone.

The Collective Triumph: Victory is not always an individual pursuit. In many instances, it is a collective effort involving the support and encouragement of friends, family, mentors, and the community. Recognizing the impact of collective triumphs fosters a sense of gratitude and interconnectedness, making the phrase "I am victorious" a shared anthem of accomplishment.

"I am victorious" is more than a statement; it's a mindset, a celebration of resilience, and an acknowledgment of personal and collective triumphs. As we navigate the intricate tapestry of life, let this phrase serve as a reminder of the strength within, the lessons learned from failures, and the joy found in both individual and shared victories. Embrace the journey, savour the triumphs, and continue to declare with unwavering confidence, "I am victorious."

[aki1812]

Life's Complexities

People often deny their happiness through delusions. Even when things are going well, we tend to imagine new future scenarios that could ruin the present moment. Negative thinking and assumptions often lead to hesitation in decision-making. Once, Jeff stepped into a hot bar, his eyes caught sight of a beautiful couple dancing gracefully and having a great time together. A thought stirred –…

[turninghearts]

"Life is a narrative, and we are all storytellers. Let your memories be the most poignant chapter." 📜 https://rebrand.ly/turninghearts

[studyhelianthus]

"At the end of the day, it's my story." — Melissa Allegories 🪷 🌸

[angelarhanne]

Do We Control Our Own Fate?

https://angelarhanne.wordpress.com/2024/01/12/do-we-control-our-own-fate-%e2%9c%a8/ 𝗜���� 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲, 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂. Think about it: who are these pivotal characters in your journey? Some are fleeting, like shadows, playing minor roles and moving on. But then there are the dynamic ones – those who leave an indelible mark on our souls. Watch the full video on my channel: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0KC5ZbIL3so&t=214s 𝗧𝗶𝘁𝗹𝗲: What’s Your Attachment Style? Anxious vs Avoidant – Triggers – Astrological Love Languages Follow me for more discoveries @iamconjurequeen Sign up for my FREE Mailing List: https://www.iamconjurequeen.com Book 1:1 session with me: https://bit.ly/3f3FMpQ Join our private community & Occult Bookclub: / conjurequeen Thanks for your support: https://cash.app/$conjurequeen Online classes: https://bit.ly/3Qg0TCO Get Elixirs, Books, and more: https://www.amazon.com/shop/conjurequeen ============================= #shorts #ConjureQueen #CharacterAnalysis #LifeNarrative #DynamicCharacters #SpiritualGrowth #PersonalJourney #Storytelling #CharacterRoles #SelfReflection #InfluentialPeople #LifeLessons #PersonalDevelopment #InnerJourney #CharacterImpact #MindfulLiving #CharacterDynamics #LifeInfluencers #SpiritualDevelopment #PersonalStory #BlackMagic #BlackMagick #BlackGirlMagick from Conjure Queen https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G_X9Ezeuv-8

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Episode 07: Looking Fear In The Eye: A Conversation with Leisse Wilcox

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[podcastwithsheila]

"I am Deathless" says the woman who died 2X and still living (Nicole Ker...

Did Nicole Kerr Deserve this?

Podcast with Sheila

He crushed the car in anger 😠 😡 because she refused to make out with him. Now she is a 100% disabled veteran and her parents blame her for what happened to her. She has not spoken to them for nearly 38 years, she says "they are toxic to me".

After so many years, she is married and living her life to the fullest making impact in the world. She's been on many TV & Radio shows making a difference in the world.

NOTHING SHOULD STOP YOU FROM BEING THE BEST VERSION OF YOURSELF.

Listen to full story on YouTube, Spotify or Apple podcast.

https://youtu.be/iibnjbBVxt8

https://anchor.fm/women-in-the-gap/episodes/NICOLE-KERR--He-crushed-the-car-because-I-refused-to-make-out-with-him-e286hon

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[storiesfrombox]

A Girl Left Her Village Fiancé For A Rich City Guy. But Instead Of A Beautiful Life, There Was A Cruel Betrayal Waiting For Her. Realizing Her Mistake, She Decided Not To Miss The Only Chance To Fix Everything

Since he was a child, Patrick had been saving and treating animals, and he knew for sure that in the future he would become a veterinarian. All the neighbor's cats, dogs, and even roosters were constantly under his watchful eye, but the forest dwellers also had enough of his attention. There was not a day without him bringing home some poor toad or squirrel who needed his urgent help. His mother, of course, was not happy about all this, but she liked the fact that her son was growing up as a kind and compassionate boy. Eventually deciding that a good veterinarian will not remain without work in the village or in the city, she put up with her son's hobby.

But Patrick's friend Cheryl did not share his passions. Patrick often brought to her his pets, trying to instill love for beetles or spiders in his girlfriend, but she was only scared. "I want my own farm when I finish studying, but I haven't decided what kind of animals I will breed. When we get married, you'll still have to help me, so you better get used to it right away," smartly reasoned Patrick. Cheryl only snorted in response. They had decided to get married when they were ten years old, but right now, she was not planning to spend her life in the countryside with cows and horses. The girl dreamed of life in a big city, her own car and expensive fashionable stores. Years went by. Patrick graduated from the veterinary school, served in the army and returned to his native village to work as a veterinarian, while Cheryl was studying to become a teacher. During her studies in the city, the girl became very unused to village life and to Patrick, who was just a good friend to her. The girl did not come home often, and Patrick was too decent to impose, but he remembered his promise firmly, and just quietly prepared for the upcoming wedding. Cheryl, on the other hand, thought more and more often that they were not a couple. During her studies, she had seen too many guys from the city, and she began to think that Patrick was too simple for her. She finally realized this when she met Brandon, the opposite of her childhood friend. Unlike Patrick, saving up on everything to save money for the wedding, Brandon was generous and could afford to take the girl to a club or restaurant. In addition, Brandon was handsome and seemed very intelligent and well-rounded to Cheryl. The girl was madly entertained by him, not like by Patrick, who was only talking about cows, sheep and their diseases. So, Cheryl, who was dreaming of a beautiful life, began to think seriously about how she could avoid marriage without hurting Patrick. "Daughter, come to your senses! Have you thought about Patrick? He loves you!" wailed her mother when Cheryl informed her that there would be no wedding.

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[mentalhealthnurse]

Types of CBT - face-to-face, computer, group CBT, problem-solving therapy.  Criticisms of CBT - not sufficiently holistic or humanistic, does not throughly embed socio-economic context of people’s mental health experiences

Seo, M., Kant, H. and Lee, Y. (2015) Narrative therapy with an emotional approach for people with depression: Improved symptom and cognitive emotional outcomes. Journal of Psychiatric and Mental Health Nursing. [Online] Vol. 22, 6, pp. 379-389.  Available: https://onlinelibrary-wiley-com.knowledge.idm.oclc.org/doi/epdf/10.1111/jpm.12200 [Accessed on 24 September 2018].  

NTEA - Korea

A narrative therapy with an emotional approach (NTEA) as a therapeutic modality that could be used by nurses for persons with depression.

•A nurse-administered NTEA intervention for people with depression appearseffective in increasing cognitive-emotional outcomes, such as hope, positive emo-tions and decreasing symptoms of depression. Thus, NTEA can be a useful nursingintervention strategy for people with depression.

Narrative therapy has not been commonly used in nursing, although it has been widely used in the realms ofcounselling, family therapy and social work. 

Narrative therapy, which allows a person to ‘re-author’ his/her life stories by focusing on positive interpretations, and emotion-focused therapy, which enables the person to realize his/her emotions, are useful approaches in the treatment of depression. 

Narrative therapy with an emotional approach (NTEA) aims to create new positive lifenarratives that focus on alternative stories instead of negative stories. The purpose of this study was to evaluate the effects of the NTEA programme on people with depression utilizing a quasi-experimental design.\

A total of 50 patients (experimental 24, control 26) participated in the study

CBT

Previous nursing studies on people with depression have focused on cognitive behaviour therapy (CBT) (Grey et al. 2000,Gellatly et al. 2007, Sudak 2012, Fiellin et al. 2013), a guided self-help programme based on computerized cognitive behavioural therapy (National Institute for Health and Clinical Excellence 2014), group cognitive therapy (Watt &Cappeliez 2000), problem-solving therapy (Alexopouloset al. 2003, D’zurilla & Nezu 2007) and mindfulness therapy (Day & Horton-Deutsch 2004). However, no rigorous empirical support exists for narrative therapy (Vromans & Schweitzer 2011).

Although CBT, which is problem-focused, is well known as an effective intervention for reducing symptoms, including depression, there exists a need for a more humanistic and holistic approach to clients (Sierpina et al. 2007)because it did not help create a comprehensive view of theself (Wampold 2012). 

Postmodern critiques of CBT address the importance of separating the problem from the person, valuing the meaning of individual’s experience, acknowl-edging that individuals are embedded within a socialcontext and giving clients a central role as authors

NTEA 

NTEA sees depression as a problem that allhumans have rather than as a deficit, and takes the perspec-tive that human beings do not have to be controlled by this problem. 

Thus, it separates the problem from the person andsees the problem as a problem rather than seeing the personas the problem (White & Epston 1990).This research can be considered significant in that itoffers a nursing intervention while supporting the view thatthe nurse is a helpful support for depressed patients(Haddad et al. 2012). 

This study provides empirical support that depressive symptom and cognitive-emotional outcomes of people with chronic depression can be improved by client-centred psychosocial group interventions, such as nurse-administered NTEA in a communitysetting. Thus, NTEA can bring benefits to adults withchronic depression, and it can be used by nurses.

[soumaiahashad]

Finding Myself

It was after a long day at school that I lied down on my bed and placed a cup of green tea and mint on the table next to me. I shifted in bed to find the most comfortable position that would help me detach myself from my surroundings and wander off to another surreal world where nothing is impossible. As soon as I picked up the book and flipped through the pages, I could feel myself departing from this world’s dimensions to another world that had no dimensions. I could see Mary, Tanya and Zoe sitting on the couch in the living room chatting and laughing in Danielle Steel’s world, “The Ranch”. I was there with all my senses; I could smell the three girls’ coffees and taste the sourly sweet blueberry topping on the cheesecake on Tanya’s plate. It was as if I was there in the same living room, sitting across the coach and sharing the moment with the three of them, yet they could not see me or feel my presence.

I can still remember this moment when I flipped the page to find out that the novel came to an end. I remember feeling as empty and torn as if I was saying my goodbyes to the three girls since I was going back to my world. I could feel my heart tightening at the bitter truth of coming back to my own reality; I wanted to live in that world and never leave, enjoying the mix of emotions that would end up with happiness thereafter.  It was that precise moment and that split of a second, when I felt like I lost a piece of myself to that novel. Even though I went back to real life again, I was sure that a small tiny part of me stayed with the three girls and enjoyed the morning coffees with them every day.

From that moment onwards, I felt desperate about losing myself to novels. I could not stop myself from reading more even though I hated losing parts of myself to them. It was an addiction that clawed my heart tightly; the pleasure wrestling the wrenching pain to win over. This battle got the best of me one day, so I grabbed a piece of paper and started scratching furiously to let off the steam building within me after finishing “Stolen” by Lesley Pearse. I could feel that the blood was boiling through my body as I felt another piece of me was “stolen” away. Suddenly, I found myself scribbling down how I felt, and so, I went on writing for more than an hour about how frustrated I was and how much I craved to live in every novel I used to read. I remember feeling relieved after I wrote all that down.

From that moment onwards, I started regaining every piece of myself that I lost before through writing about other worlds I believed existed. 

Writing was my means to find myself.

[podcastwithsheila]

Did Nicole Kerr Deserve this?

Podcast with Sheila

He crushed the car in anger 😠 😡 because she refused to make out with him. Now she is a 100% disabled veteran and her parents blame her for what happened to her. She has not spoken to them for nearly 38 years, she says "they are toxic to me".

After so many years, she is married and living her life to the fullest making impact in the world. She's been on many TV & Radio shows making a difference in the world.

NOTHING SHOULD STOP YOU FROM BEING THE BEST VERSION OF YOURSELF.

Listen to full story on YouTube, Spotify or Apple podcast.

https://youtu.be/iibnjbBVxt8

https://anchor.fm/women-in-the-gap/episodes/NICOLE-KERR--He-crushed-the-car-because-I-refused-to-make-out-with-him-e286hon

#fridaymorning #thursdayvibes #storytelling

#LifeStories #PersonalNarratives #TrueStories

#MyLifeJourney #LifeExperiences #LifeLessons

#RealLifeStories #LifeAdventures #LifeReflections #LifeMemoirs #LifeChallenges

#LifeMoments #LifeExploration

#LifeTransformations #LifeInsights

#LifeReflections #LifeAchievements

#LifeMilestones #LifeDiscovery #LifeUnfiltered

#LifeWisdom #LifePerspective

#LifeNarratives #MyStory #PersonalJourney

[soumaiahashad]

The Child in Me

The worst days of her life are those days she wakes up 5 minutes later than what she intends. Despite the fact that her lecture starts at 8:30 AM and it only takes her 15 minutes to arrive on campus, she sets her alarm at 7:00 AM every morning. It takes her at least 5 minutes to actually wake up and turn off her alarm, maybe a few more minutes wasted on her search for her slippers so that she can wash up before heading to college. It is not until 7:30 that she opens her wardrobe and stares at her clothes. Her mind is in turmoil, she always finds herself lost when it comes to choosing what to wear; should she wear the pink top and black scarf or maybe the black top and pink scarf? Then she realizes after looking in the mirror that both won’t work for her today. After about 7 minutes, she settles to wear the navy blue cardigan and the brown skirt alongside the flowery scarf that goes well with her complexion. Forcing the door open, her mother bursts into the room with panicky eyes and raises her eyebrows as she practically shouts the words:

“Soumaia! You’re still undressed?! It’s 8:10 already!”

Soumaia’s eyes widen as she tosses the scarf over her head and wraps it into a mess. She stumbles her way through the room searching for her shoes, watch, bag and accessories, as her mother watches her with her arms crossed.

“You will never change. You were 10 years old and it would take you more than an hour to get ready for school.”

As she drives her way to college, her mind travels somewhere beyond the streets she speeds through. 

It was in 2003 when a small version of herself was standing in front of a mirror with a brush in one hand and tiny little hairclips in the other hand. Her eyes shining as she arranged the hairclips in her favorite order, starting with the pink ones and ending with the green ones. Collecting her hair into her tiny hand, she brushed every strand of hair carefully to make sure that the hair-ends would be curled elegantly. Afterwards, she started dividing her hair into different strands, where every strand was fixed in its angle using its specific hair-clip according to color order. She would look at herself in the mirror from different angles and assess her work. Shaking her head in disapproval, she untied her hair-clips and brushed her hair again to try a different style; she tried on two braids but untied them, then one braid then untied it and then she tried leaving it loose but it was too messy in her eyes. And the cycle went on and on until it was interrupted by her mother bursting the door open and making Soumaia jump off her feet.

“Soumaia. The bus arrived downstairs! What the hell are you doing?”

Soumaia’s hair was a mess at that moment after all those trials. “Tie your hair in a ponytail”, her mum yelled as she dragged Soumaia’s backpack and tossed the lunchbox inside. Soumaia took a last glimpse at her messy hair in the mirror then groaned in frustration as she tied her hair back into a boring ponytail.

As she pulls over at the university’s parking lot, Soumaia smiles at the funny memory as she realizes that her childhood does not belong to her past, rather it shapes who she is now.