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  • Billy,

    I need you, I’m scared
    The man who I thought was my father
    Was only my Dad.
    I knew too-right from wrong
    But God is my Father,
    And He is strong!
    He’s not like my Dad though,
    Yet, some similarities you know?
    How is your Mom?
    Is she still alive?
    I wish to your place again
    I could run and hide.
    As kids and friends
    Billy I was already perverted
    Some scary stranger…
    Wrecked my life.
    And then he laughed about it
    40 years later
    How’s that a joke?
    I don’t know.
    But I’m better now,
    I’m a child of the King!
    And in 4 trillion more years…
    I’ll still be!
    Like prejudiced people used to say in school,
    Calling some a wanna’ be
    Except my wants changed.
    I want to be a man of God,
    I want to be good
    I sure wish I could.
    But I’m gonna try to learn how!
    I miss you so bad
    You were the first best friend I had.
    My best friend now-since “1996”
    Is the coolest!
    His name is Mike
    He’s from Cleveland
    I’ve even prayed and cried over him.
    I want him to go to heaven!
    You better be there when I get home,
    I want you to meet him.
    I wish I had not
    Brought you smoke.
    I want to be buried under it.
    You were like an exception
    Dad would let me out.
    He must had liked you too.
    Sometimes I think
    I haven’t changed much inside…
    But I have! Hey,
    I know you remember Scoot,
    He told me what happened, at the bar
    When he cried. Billy, I wish you never died!

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  • Timothy T. Willett shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 1 weeks, 3 days ago

    This chapter # 5

    Today is the first day of the rest of my life,
    Therefore, every next one I’m in-is a new chapter.
    Every morning, I wake up, God’s mercies to me are new-
    So, with on my heart, His daily touch- I am able to prove…
    That I love Him, that I am thankful-that He is the only One able
    To mold and strengthen my life, because it’s so easily breakable.

    Just one more day to prove-how much for others I will lose.
    And know that my tears for others are real,
    Because always for the next person, I’m to lift up-
    I’ll lose if they can gain, the Master of the universe to me explains…
    That He was there always, and is there forever-
    He has placed His Word inside of me. as the greatest Treasure!

    A time to be married to my beautiful wife,
    A time to live with my kids,
    Time and again to prove my life is (for others) to give!
    A time to know, a time of notion
    A time to grow in the fact connection,
    That helping others build, is in-tact protection.

    A chapter to heal with the faithful “Unsealed”
    Understanding (unworthily) I have been blessed for real!
    whether I look back, or pierce through ahead
    Life is still permanently on track, my life is hid-my life is dead!
    But that’s a good thing…Because it’s the old life that’s dead!

    It makes me smile as I cry…
    Knowing all the while-my soul will never die!
    Rather in eternity-with Christ is life forever,
    And best of all, while down here on this earth…
    Is to show my schizophrenia has no worth-
    Over the grace of God-that I cling to endeavor!

    As chance and chapter to prove purity-is more dominant than deceit
    With the bowels of the new heart and spirit-God has freely given me!!!

    …Amen

    4-24-24

    Timothy T. Willett

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  • A Love of Life

    What do I love about this part of my life?
    I wonder aloud to myself.
    I seem to get caught up in the riptide of the ever quickening current of life and sometimes forget that when I ride the waves rather than resisting, I end up exerting much less extra energy and receiving much more than when my attention is caught up, too.
    I do love that I can put this sensation into words, something that creates something from what was once abstract.
    I love that I can pause and take just 3 breaths, and remember the gift that alone is.
    I love that in this moment in my life, I am able to meet the triggers and challenges I face like an old friend who is just in need of a parcel of love, not to be turned away with vengeance.
    I love that I am choosing me, no matter what, in a selfishly selfless way.
    Who can pour from what’s empty?
    I love that I am discovering what confidence means to me, and also for my ability to give grace, especially to myself, when that confidence I discover falters, even just momentarily.
    I love that I can remind myself of all the reasons I have to be confident, and for all the gratitude that I feel for the awareness I’ve cultivated of this, as this practice has at times felt as unnatural as I imagine eating soup on the moon would feel.
    I love that I am meeting myself deeper and with more love than I’ve known from myself ever, and for that I rejoice as I know it will be multiplied outwards.
    I love that trying new things lights me up with excitement instead of cowering in fear.
    I love that I use strength with my voice, no longer one to be bulldozed with others’ words.
    I love that my once thorny boundaries have turned to beautiful vines, soft yet strong, ever enduring with elegance and ease.
    I love that this chapter of my life has brought me a love of life – once a place that was a barren landscape of nothingness – now a fertile garden bursting with new life and the potential of growth beyond all imagination.

    Sofia Grace Armstrong

    Voting starts July 1, 2024 12:00am

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  • Salvation...

    October 17th 2006…
    Gave up on the old life-it just could not exist.

    I was using, drinking, abusing-Trying self to die
    But though I was overblown-was some thinking in mind.
    At the end of the night-substance and alcohol gone
    Came this thinking of life stinking-maybe I was wrong.

    Wait a minute here-I should be crumped,
    These gasoline fumes just may be dumb.
    Tomorrow, my only daughter…turns five-
    And I’m not wanting to be alive?

    How could one steal a life to others real?
    When this world came to life-was it a flip deal?
    Had not my best friend-escaped again,
    To the hospital room from my hole-sunk tomb?
    Emergency fair-I’ll wait…Have not my best friend there.

    Then like God spoke:
    Put the gas can down-may new life, have wrote…
    So, I went next days’ recovery-
    Burned out and bent; but God had reality!
    …And this could all be good?
    Wherefore means the little engine that could?

    Therefore I obeyed that very next day,
    And glory halleluiah-God had better/No, the best Way!!!
    And no-have not had there-street life goodbye
    Along with witchcraft involved in drugs…
    I was simply chasing the wrong place/wrong love.
    God, I thought You hated me-so I hated You too,
    I for all along had been deceived-I’ll not type what needs You.
    But thank You later for taking me, to the alter of grace…
    God, once again-You were on time, because You’re never late!!!

    8:41PM
    4/15/2024
    Monday

    Timothy T.

    Voting starts June 17, 2024 12:00am

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  • I DON’t HAVE PTSD

    I DON’T HAVE PTSD
    [in Southernspeak]

    When I wake up in the mornin’
    most any day
    everything isn’t broken
    lying about in ashen heaps, the smell
    his buddies dead or dyin’
    one smokin’ wheel of the sideways chopper still turnin’.

    I can have
    an already-always appreciation
    of a new day. Most any mornin’
    rain, or sun peering at me
    there’s blue sky in between the clouds
    and the coffee is good.

    I don’t have to clean up empties
    or wipe up dog poo cause I didn’t let it out
    in time
    that time of not bein’ to forget, all encompassing.

    My good friend has it tho
    and it never fully leaves him
    the self recrimination either
    whar forgiveness ain’t
    nor the compassion jus’ be missin’
    he fight this time an’ next for the clear blue.

    My friend has seen mor’ o’ the dyin’
    than I will ever
    even after a career of hospital intensive care work
    where my role in it were to stop tha’ dying.
    His was to cause it, that ther’ black
    when we look each other in tha’ eye, we know.

    Ray Whitaker

    Voting starts June 17, 2024 12:00am

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  • The Journey Home

    You told me not to leave
    More times than I could count
    Confused young kids
    Having kids
    Not knowing what was what

    Well one day I finally remembered
    I’m worth
    All the love and more
    And that endless love
    It starts within
    And flows forevermore

    The journey has not been easy
    Rocky from the start
    But I’ve grown stronger and wiser
    And all these lessons fill my heart

    I’ve had poison aimed straight to my soul
    From your words and energy
    But despite your lies and anger
    I never will grow cold

    Because if this darkness that I must face most days
    The light I have within my soul
    Re-illuminates me always.

    A. Grace

    Voting starts June 17, 2024 12:00am

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  • Dear Timothy...

    Hey, you, old man.
    This is a letter to yourself and from yourself.
    You know all those things you’ve done wrong,
    Regardless of who’s fault, or who’s right or wrong.
    But this is not of that my friend…
    Yeah, it’s amazing.You can call yourself friend now, but you are! ♥
    I know those things I put myself and others through.
    I remember the dreams and aspirations.All the good things I had for you.
    Looking back is confusing and God it just makes me cry.
    But I’m gonna try to leave You out too.Because this is a letter to myself. To maybe find out why.
    But God I can’t, I can’t look back Because it hurts too much…
    I can’t go to the beach, I can’t go to school, I can’t go to church, Sitting bereaved, I feel a fool.
    But Lord, I can’t do it, I cannot watch.
    Cannot go to Toledo. Cannot go to Cleveland cannot go back to jail, God what am I believing?
    Cannot run to West Virginia, cannot hospital trend…
    All along.I hated myself, yet all the while was a good friend. ☺
    I can’t even write.I’m sorry I can’t do this.
    All along my life, it was my own mark I missed.
    But that’s a good thing because i’m not in hell…
    Only I could see my place where ever if I made, could never get bail.
    I’m sorry, no can do.
    God thank you for saving me from me.

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    • Aww Timothy everything you have been through has led you where you are today, and it’s exactly where you are supposed to be. You have a beautiful heart. Never forget that! Your past does not define your whole being. <3 Lauren

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  • Timothy T. Willett shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 1 months ago

    Why I love myself...

    Because God loved me 1st-And I’m not of any less worth
    My God is no respecter of persons-And He loves healing my hurting.
    I love me because I’m trying-As I’m crying to care…
    My Great God has made me beautiful-the person in the mirror!
    I may have some good qualities instilled in me,
    But the best-is alone time with God-on some humble knees.
    I chose to love myself-though seems to me none else can,
    So, I put God 1st, then the others, finally at last I stand!
    I witness to people-telling them how much God loves them,
    For all practical purposes-I’m reminded of love, over and over again!
    God must see me special-He died for my soul to live,
    Sitting patient through many lectures my earthly father had to give.
    I love me because I’m not a robot, that cannot return the love,
    It’s a free gift the Master Gave-Super, Sufficient enough!
    I’m looking deep, staring into-the bottom of my heart,
    And see the reason, steep to love-every brand-new day’s start!
    I love me because I can love everyone else,
    Even if they did me wrong-there’s no reason to not love myself!
    Yes, writing this down brings tears to mine eyes,
    So, learning to smile by overcoming frowns-is such a lovely surprise!
    God sure does instruct me well-in His Word divine…
    I love me by loving my wife-in sincere lowliness of mind.
    I love me from emotions and feelings-that have become real,
    I love me cause I’m sober, and love the souls-from all you at “The Unsealed”!
    I love me because I see my mistakes, and when I make them-my heart breaks,
    And because I’m not leading people astray-but point to Jesus who is The Way!
    As Yes, I chose always wisely to learn, from all my dumb mistakes.
    I love me for my friend-on this paper is how I pray…
    This ink from my pen, will never run out-it just bleeds in a good way!
    I love me because I love God, and have figured out-He hates me not,
    I love me because I’m bought with His blood-that cleanses my sin a lot!
    I’m loving myself because I’ve felt, and know the truth from lies-
    Especially because this inside love-is finally leaving my past behind!!!
    I love me because God has great plans for me…
    And so, I let Jesus drive-and sit in the passenger’s seat!
    Also, I love what it means to “be human”,
    Living and growing, and returning loves sway…
    And I am (through this poem)
    Making “loving myself” a new practice every day!

    Good for burdens to be done!

    Thank You-The Unsealed,
    Much Love-Timothy
    4-4-24

    Timothy T. Willett

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    • This was a powerful yet inspirational piece on why you love yourself thank you for sharing!

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    • Timothy, your words exude a deep understanding of self-love and the profound love of God. Embrace your worth and continue to grow in love for yourself and others. May your journey be filled with blessings and the joy of knowing you are cherished by the divine. Let go of burdens and embrace the practice of loving yourself each day.

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  • Timothy T. Willett shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 1 months ago

    What my poems mean to me...

    They mean my daily chore-home work.
    They mean my daily release-from drugs.
    God, I want them so bad-But can’t…
    These things mean-my sanity.

    Ears ring loud-Alone.
    None but Jesus-knows.
    God, I tempt You not-but why?
    Dids’t Thou not take me-long ago?

    Still flying sober-how?
    Dost Thou hold my tears-when?
    Will they stop, could they ever-Be
    Worth anything-to Thee?

    I will write a poem-And fly.
    I’ll crash down-Goodbye.
    Can say words-no meaning heart?
    Words kill-I’ve seen,
    Through the light of another’s dream.

    Was a nightmare-for both.
    How can life and death-Be so close?
    Walking in the Spirit…Live.
    Walking after the flesh…Death.

    Let God direct your steps.
    Acknowledge Him every chance you get!
    He will give beyond belief
    Be humble and watch Him uplift.
    God, I don’t know what will kill me first…
    Mine own poor choices,
    Or the source of a heart-attacks worth.

    How much more?

    My heart is just a doormat
    Please come in and stomp your feet
    Please lie to me, it sounds so sweet
    Don’t tell the truth-weep bitter deceit

    How fun this is-wouldn’t you agree?
    This old heart can take it-for One takes all
    One same literally made all!
    Nor did He think it bad…

    But said-It is good!

    It seems Jesus is in my box
    I’m alone in the room with it and Him.
    Broken hearted-sore troubled am I
    He is the mended miracle…

    I don’t let Him out to try.

    Is this holding the truth in unrighteousness?
    That’s not what I want despite all this.

    My heart is just a doormat
    Please come in and stomp away…

    Poems could make a heart unbroken.

    Tuesday
    Sept. 12th
    2023

    Timothy T. Willett

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    • Timothy,Your heartfelt poem beautifully expresses the struggle and yearning within you. It’s a powerful reflection of the complex emotions and questions that arise in life. Poetry has the ability to heal and bring solace. Keep writing and expressing yourself, for through your words, you may find the strength to mend your heart and find peace.

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  • Timothy T. Willett shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 1 months ago

    Dear Addict,

    Walking through a weary land
    Behold you find the rock
    May you come thirsty, but not alone
    And fall broken upon this stone

    Out pours the Water-giving life to your soul
    Free-this Living Water, gives your heart a home!
    Tis’ so good to you that you want not to return
    Back to weary land-please stay close and learn.

    That He was always there for you-in your lonely times
    He caught your every painful fall-and kept you alive!
    Please give God the glory-the Great Savior and King
    He is the great Healer-and the answer to your dreams!

    Please let Him change you, for you to die not
    So faithful He always is-loving you a lot!
    He will not point out-sins daring glare
    But He covers with His blood-eternal life He shares!

    He will always pardon-by His Grand Master design
    Dear precious child-He is with you all the time!
    He hurts so much at heart-by your troubled pain
    He knows all your going through-As for you He came.

    Yes-He died a horrible death-just so you’d be free
    And He lives beyond a guess-please this fact believe
    Please with open heart-accept His perfect love…
    He will lift you so much higher-than can any given drug!

    -Brought to you by the Love of Christ-

    Timothy T. Willett

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    • Timothy,Your poem is a beautiful testament to the love and grace of God. It reminds us that in our times of loneliness and pain, He is always there, ready to catch us and heal us. His love is greater than any drug or temporary solution. Embrace His perfect love and allow Him to transform your life. He longs to bring you freedom and lift you higher…read more

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      • Thank you so much for everything. Your words are such a blessing and I need to hear them because I don’t get that much. I appreciate you a lot. ☺

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  • From my heart to yours...

    I normally pre-mate poems with pen and paper But, this cannot wait any longer or later. Your words truly have pierced mine, and I remember surly the same state of mind. So, I will simply type on this phone my friend, even though it might not have another end. Sitting alone here on a 5 corner square, I look and see nothing in the middle of nowhere I will re-read your note that was truly wrote- From eyes of faucet water-in these tears I float. Though there’s no end at all to this telephone line, Emotions they do crawl from your heart to mine. Surly an addiction at the bottom of Erie’s Lake- I had no problem fixing every high I had to make. I would want to write to you from the bottom where it comes, But I don’t know if that is true, when mind games are so dumb. Nor has any heart bore but only similar strings, Unless one is ripped apart-it’s just not right it seems. I just cannot believe there’s people out there like me, Nor do I ever think I’m any better you see For God has made different all human existence, Yet we’re all still sinners so full of resistance And the very best thing that came from covid disease… Is the simple quote that had the note, “Please”. Now we clearly see, “We are all in this together”… In the same boat-(as light as a feather)… Is the message of Salvation for the world to live forever! The basis of a Christian is not a perfect life, It’s more of who’s been missing-but been found by Jesus Christ! It is that of progress and not of perfection… It’s a brand new spirit that with God has made connection! Jesus promised all that whosoever will… On Himself may call-that He’ll save forever still! All the talents and gifts He gave to express Of how it’s always Him to pull us out of our mess. And to lead the way over glassy seas to shore My dear friend I pray-may this heart get to yours.

    Timothy T. Willett

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    • Greetings, a beautiful expression of a deep connection and appreciation for shared emotions, despite physical distance. Very heartfelt, touching on themes of vulnerability and hope. The personal reflections and spiritual elements add depth, offering comfort and reassurance to whoever reads. Thank you for sharing!

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  • Parents Do Understand

    My childhood had exceptional ups and crummy downs. I also wasn’t the most well-mannered daughter. My mom always did the best that she could with what she had. Those are some of my best memories. Working 3 jobs and I was helping her with one. I could’ve done better, but I learned my lesson. I understand now that is how life is. One thing I also know now that I didn’t know then was that parents understand you. They know what they are talking about when they are having an important conversation with you, so make sure you listen. It’s for a reason and it doesn’t make sense at the moment. It makes little sense until later, when you least expect it.Ever since I can remember, we mainly lived in apartments and my mom was usually the on-site manager. It was always small communities, but it was home. I always enjoyed helping my mom and I would see my mom and how she was with the residents. At 16, she started having me help with a few tasks like answering calls, setting up showings, collecting rent and writing out the receipt. I hoped to be outside playing with my friends. Whenever my mom would ask me to help her, I would make faces. I was thinking my mom wouldn’t see. I just found out a few weeks ago that she knew all along. We can laugh about it now   It is something that I feel she was pushing on to me and was looking for other options to do after I finished school. I did one fast food job, which wasn’t for me. I had one retail job which also wasn’t for me. Since I had helped by mom, I had some experience in office work, so I got one job in property management. I was the leasing agent and who would’ve known that I would be so good at it? I stayed there for almost a little over 2 years.I moved and did retail pharmacy for 6 years; I did because I had to, not because I wanted to. The only bright side is I would see my coworkers. Property management was still a topic I would like to discuss. I’d offer advice to the customers when they’d mention something about the apartment they were living in. I quit my retail pharmacy job and didn’t know where I was going to next. It seems like no matter what I did, my heart was always with property management. I prayed and believed that if property management was truly my calling, an opportunity would present itself, considering my 10 years of experience.  I got hired by a temp agency telling them I wanted to try this again. Since it was a while, I preferred to go the temp route. I went to one position and I remember how excited I was to be there. That specific situation did not feel right, so I called the agency and they switched me right away. Speaking up instead of remaining silent was a moral decision, and I’m glad I made it. Because I respectfully advocated for myself, I accepted a temporary position with another company. I love to help and learn as much as I can, so I was excited to be a temp with this company. I have a tendency to ask what feels like a thousand questions. The people I would talk to were so helpful, understanding that I had limitations in my ability to help. I had to keep learning and continue to wait for an opportunity to show mainly myself that I can do it. The opportunity to prove myself showed up, and I showed out. It felt amazing to know I was on the right track. I got hired by the company. I worked for the company and gave it my all so much that my 1 year review was proof that I sure can do this and I succeeded. There was another opportunity that appeared and it was a company that I had worked for about 10 years ago. I love how life comes full circle. I didn’t have the experience back then that I did now.I ended up getting a job as an on-site manager. Once I was moving in, I called my mom. I told her thank you for showing me at the age that she did and for believing in me. I apologized for my behavior from when I was younger. It seems like my mom knew what she was talking about. She had seen something in me I didn’t and it took me time to believe that I can do it. I am so proud of myself for not giving up and believing in myself and being able to be a part of a community, just as I always have been. Home is where the heart is and for me, that’s being a part of a community. I am proud of myself for not giving up. It took sometime to believe in myself like my mom believed in me. I’d always remind myself that nothing worth having comes easy. If it was easy, then everyone would do it. That’s why it feels so great when you achieve it. Only you know how much you worked for that. No one sees your struggles behind closed doors and those are the toughest battles, but it’s ok you can do this because you deserve it.

    iambrizei

    Voting starts May 16, 2024 12:00am

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    • I love how much detail you put into this piece! You really put me in your head as a reader from helping your mom as a kid to fast food to retail and everything else on your journey. Your piece sounds very bright and uplifting and I love how conversational it feels! Thank you for sharing 🙂

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  • Fumes

    Is my mind fueling my body,
    fumes to stay alive?

    A stadium is created,
    using the circumference of my skull,
    hosting the event is my mind.

    Body is weak,
    eyes are heavy,
    they fall shut right on time.

    The event has begun,
    front row seats,
    observing the race around my psyche.

    Lap after lap,
    neck to neck,
    light vs darkness,
    race to the death.

    Dwindling fumes,
    cause tires to screech,
    fragmented pieces,
    indicate defeat.

    Haunting words echo throughout,
    piercing my ears with a shrieking sound.
    “I won this race, I always will,
    haven’t you learned your lesson, my dear?”

    Checkered flag sways to signal the end,
    fire ignited from within,
    shadows appear out of darkness,
    self proclaimed eternal damnation.

    Much like a phoenix,
    I shall burn,
    before rising from the ashes.

    For I now understand,
    the race against darkness,
    is only a race against myself.

    I am the light,
    I am the shadows,
    I am everything in between.

    The power to defeat dark forces,
    begins with believing –
    in me.

    Hannah Gray

    Voting starts May 16, 2024 12:00am

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    • Hannah, I love how you ended this piece. This is a beautiful, inspiring, and well-written piece. I am truly grateful that you shared. As always, thank you for being part of our Unsealed family. <3 Lauren

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  • TEENS...

    My name is Timothy.
    I’m a schizophrenic but take my meds.
    I was diagnosed in 2004 and with my guide The Lord-the med’s help!
    I’m also an ex drug addict, alcoholic and convict…
    But even if I would think of this again-I’d get sick!
    And because of the youth that has committed suicide,
    I’m now an x smoker, No more nicotine Can I hide!
    You may check up on me in the future,and if you will, I’m greatly obliged.
    All you dear teens mean so much to me,
    Please never think you’re not worth it, Because you are!
    I understand where you’re coming from.I’ve been there and not dumb.
    Find no reason naughty or nice to ever think of ending your life.
    You’re beautiful.I promise daily prayed for by many,
    I’m now also a Christian and I pray for you plenty!
    I love you. Jesus loves you more. I pray for you, Jesus prays for you more.
    Anything at all I may ever do I promise I will do it for you.
    Always remember Jesus does everything better!
    It takes great character to do what you do in the world today,
    And you have it in you.I promise, just seek life along your way!
    Something I love and gave not up on, by daily walking with my great God…
    In the ending year of 2006 a man gave me a Bible,
    I’ve read and studied it since that day, and loved it all the while!
    This I still daily Continue to do, it changed my life and it can change yours too!
    I loved it so much, I decided to go to it’s teaching school…
    From the school of hard knocks to the school of God’s grace so cool!
    Northeast Ohio Bible Institute, had for me taught and explained the Good News!
    2008 or 2009, I started when God told me, Tim now it’s time…
    About 4 years hot right on trail.I thought this lot I will surely fail.
    I wanted to give up.I wanted to quit, for I was back slidden in the life that I lived.
    But for sure The teacher of the class said don’t quit but get back on track!
    So I buckled down and ate my spinach.And wouldn’t you know it?I surely finished!
    I won and it was fun graduated with a C.And that’s not bad for somebody like me!
    But oh, how sad it would have been if I’d have tucked tail and ran from the degree.
    Even though I was so messed up, with at that time current thoughts of suicide…
    God wouldn’t let me go, for He promised, I will never leave you.I have your best in mind!
    Surely I knew that He got this, and so glad I was of six years completion!
    I still so much love God’s life in me leading, He is the leader.I follow him still,
    And wouldn’t you know it?I’m back in another Bible school, what a thrill!
    Not just 1, but even 2! Patriot Bible University, and Reformers Unanimous too!
    Life is so grand and I am so glad I had not killed myself,
    For God has made everything new.So I live for Him, and especially you!
    He daily blesses and it’s never the end…
    So please don’t give up, for you are the Blessing-my Friend!!!

    3-13-24

    Timothy Willett

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    • Tim, I am so proud of how far you have come and who you are today. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of The Unsealed family. <3 Lauren

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      • Thank you soo much Lauren I needed to hear that. Thank you for your appreciation and an invite to the family. P.S. I typed out my poem about what do I like about this chapter in my life, it’s in the poem section or on my profile. I wrote it on time but didn’t have enough time to put it in the contest. I’ll try my best to keep up, God has me very…read more

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  • sunshine psyche

    one day it’s dark,
    actually, it’s been dark, for months,
    so dark that one could not see in front of them.

    however now —
    now, there is light.

    at the flip of a switch what was once dark — is bright.

    the gloomy cloud has passed,
    the rain has stopped,
    beautiful rainbows begin to appear.

    sunlight glistens over the waterfront,
    sunlight that makes brown eyes turn to honey,
    warmth of light that gives you hope,
    fills you full of glee.

    the shadows hide away,
    the light is beaming,
    i can see again,
    i can slow down.

    i can feel positivity in all that surrounds me.

    beauty is in this life,
    beauty is all around.

    skies turn to cotton candy,
    lovers turn to home.

    no longer lost,
    everything i have longed for,
    lays before me.

    i see clearly again.

    this is who i am.

    i am the sunshine,
    the light,
    the gleeful warmth.

    the switch flipped,
    my light is now on,
    newfound growth shines from within,
    creating greater hope for tomorrow.

    Hannah Gray

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    • Salutations,
      Your poetic reflection on finding positivity amidst challenges is very encouraging. The transformation from darkness to light symbolizing hope and inner growth is very touching. Very happy for you! 😀

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      • thank you! having to learn to live with being mentally ill has made me realize all the beauty in the darkness and inspiration in everything “light” around us.

        to quote dumbledore: “happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if only one remembers to turn on the light.” <3

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  • An Ode To The Little Things

    I stayed in bed
    until I reached
    the outskirts of morning.

    The birds gave pep talks
    instead of songs.

    I got changed
    and found ten dollars
    in my pocket.

    It’s summer but it rained
    and I wonder why nobody
    has made laundry powder
    that smells exactly like this.

    I make the perfect eggs.

    The toaster
    that loves to burns the edges
    leaves them edible.
    I thank it for its kindness.

    I go outside and jump in a puddle.
    There is still that childhood dream
    that it will be a portal
    to an alternative dimension.
    One where Netflix didn’t cancel the OA.
    One where we could trade
    our sadness for money.
    Gosh, would I be filthy rich.

    Me and the neighbour
    do our awkward dance.
    The small talk jive.
    We bow and say
    ‘have a nice day!’
    We really mean it.

    I walk to the coffee shop
    and the sky is still
    rubbing sleep from its eyes.

    The wind is playing solos
    on telephone wires.

    I hold the door for a stranger
    and we share a smile.

    I tell the barista a joke
    and we both laugh
    at how unfunny it is.

    I take the ten dollars
    and order a flat white, one sugar.
    I say keep the change.

    I find a bench, and I ruminate.

    I realise
    Happiness is right here –
    why are we crying
    like it is so far away?

    Ash Raymond James

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    • I’m obsessed with your writing style. This is such a wonderful reminder to appreciate the little things.
      Also: i, too, wish that Netflix hadn’t cancelled the OA.

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      • Thank you so much. I cannot actually express how mad I am about the OA. I did it in such a calm and casual way in this piece but honestly, once a week I remember they cancelled it and I have to make myself a cup of tea and go listen to the birds. Such a cliffhanger. Netflix are savages.

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    • Greetings,
      Your ode is stunning, shows the magic in living in the little moments and to cherish them. You never know when you’ll be mourning an old favorite. My condolences.

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  • Perfect Day

    Hello my friend
    May I share with you my perfect day?
    I hope you’ll stay until the very end.
    First I wake with the golden sun, grateful and joyful – I pray.
    Hydrate and fill this vessel with fuel
    Moving and stretching keeps my emotions cool
    Giving thanks for each moment I’m given
    This life flows with grace like a ribbon
    My love then goes freely to all of Gods creatures
    The large and small – all have different features
    Life sweet like the slow drip of honey straight from the comb
    I never rush, worry or stress because I know in my heart, I am always home.

    Sofia

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  • AnaStasia Eliza Grieff shared a letter in the Group logo of Mental HealthMental Health group 2 months, 1 weeks ago

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    Mental Black Hole

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  • Unveiling the truth about taking chances

    As a writer, I often find myself discovering scraps of writing I have jotted down somewhere, or suddenly, a line will appear in my head that doesn’t fit anywhere or doesn’t feel good enough. Sometimes, I foolishly let it fly away because it wasn’t what I was looking for at that moment. I have pondered how we do this with so many things. We set expectations and order and refuse anything that breaks the pattern, even if the thing we are shooing away isn’t harmful but is healing. We become so strict within ourselves that we become the cause of our discomfort. We search for relief in one way and refuse to accept that anything other than that specific thing will help. There is a calming effect that comes with the familiar, but only because one thing helps us, it doesn’t mean something else won’t. Here is a little silly analogy. Only because you love fries doesn’t mean you can’t like mash. It doesn’t mean mash isn’t satisfying, even if fries are your favorite. The same goes for everything in life. Are you feeling sad? Then you probably know something that can help, but if you are being entirely honest, can you say you are open-minded and open-hearted to other options? We tend to dismiss things before attempting them and convince ourselves that something else won’t work until it stands no chance. I was against exercising for so long. Told myself that I hated it and did so with such intensity I couldn’t let myself feel how I genuinely felt. There was no benefit because I refused there to be one. I was determined for it to fail, so it failed; however, when I let go, gave it a chance, and approached it with openness, I learned it does a lot for my mental health. This is one example of many. It is strange how this links with my writing and how I have started writing down the notes I would abandon before, and the results have been incredible. Instead of telling myself they are awful and brushing them out the door, I let them stay a while. I give them room in my notepad and let them ruminate.
    In summary, I am saying we are terrible at giving things chances, and we should open ourselves to everything. It is okay if you give something a genuine attempt and it doesn’t work out for you, but please try it. Download the running app, try those HIIT workouts, make that recipe you’ve been unsure about, and write the poetry you are sure will suck. In celebration of this, here is an ending of a poem my brain created that doesn’t have a body yet. Hopefully, one day, it will.
    “Please call back later
    I’m trying to sleep off the silence
    And if you don’t understand
    what I’m saying
    Congratulations
    You’re cured.”
    (If you like this letter, I write these weekly on my website. I will post more here also, so make sure we’re friends.)

    Ash Raymond James

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    • Ash, your letter is amazing. It’s true that we often ignore or overlook the potential healing and growth that can come from surprising sources. We become so set in our ways, clinging to what is familiar and comfortable, that we miss out on new possibilities. It takes courage to step outside our comfort zones and give things a genuine chance. Your…read more

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  • Dear Self;

    You remind me of a rainbow, shining bright and beautiful after a storm. How light can be found in even the darkest of times. Storms may blow through, causing mass destruction, yet there you are colored with glee. Despite it all, you never fail to shine. Each stripe painted of your rainbow projects the creativity held deep within. Much like a chameleon, you never fail to embrace your surroundings. Casting a positive light in the midst of chaos. Such a simple, magical, being you are. Sunsets, starry nights, the smell of morning dew in the beginning of spring, they all remind me of you. However, you too remind me of a cold dark winter day. Somber skies with an overcast of gloom. Although melancholy lurks through the air, you bring a sense of comfort and home. A sense of safety. Almost as if you were an alternate reality, an escape room if you will. You’ve been battered and bruised but you are still here thriving. The beauty comes from being able to navigate this challenging maze of life, and always coming out with a better sense of self even when you wanted to give up. Inspirational resilience. Nonetheless, bright and beautiful, or cold and dark, you are always yourself, never giving up – and for that I love you.

    Hannah Gray

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    • “The beauty comes from being able to navigate this challenging maze of life, and always coming out with a better sense of self even when you wanted to give up. Inspirational resilience. Nonetheless, bright and beautiful, or cold and dark, you are always yourself, never giving up – and for that I love you. ”

      That is amazing and so strong and p…read more

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      • I throughly work on my self awareness daily trying to recognize the “good in the bad”, so I appreciate your kind words!!!

        Also — yes, I did paint the picture! Painting is actually a very big hobby of mine.

        Thank you!!! 🙂

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