Tag: nadia mazonis

girl purple dress sitting by grave stone good bye nicholas your dead to me

Enough Is Enough

Posted on by Nadia in dead man walking, i've had enough, mental abuse, narcissistic mother, relationships

My heart simply won't let go doing it any other way, so it's back to what works for me. As harsh as it may be, it's what I must do to preserve who I am on the inside.

Lightning and Fire Fantasy girl for the journal entry Powerful

Powerful

Posted on by Nadia in dead man walking, depression, heart-ache, relationships, ricardo

Yet again, no response when I reached out to Nicholas. What we once had was powerful and . . . .

Swirling Smoke with butterflies fluttering about on a black back ground. The smoke represents evanescing into thin air.

Evanescing Emotions

Posted on by Nadia in coronavirus aftermath, coronavirus covid-19, emotions or emotional, faith, fear, heart-ache, hope, journaling, love, media, nadia is feeling bad, nadia mazonis, politics, quarantine, quotes and poems, stress, william, wordpress.com website, worrying

After a two day relentless flood of excessive emotions and pent-up feelings, I evanesced into a world of technology and optimization. The familiar sound of a voice which caused the wound on my heart to bleed yesterday, happened to be the same sound today that comforted me. Why did William . . .

Peek~A~Boo

Posted on by Nadia in anxious, cabin fever, catina, coronavirus aftermath, coronavirus covid-19, coronavirus statistics, depression, egotistical family, emotions or emotional, fear, heart-ache, hope, jp, lou lou, love, physical abuse, quarantine, quotes and poems, relationships, stress, worrying

Besides Wolfie and my ex, I can’t seem to get JP out of my mind. He too plays peek a boo in my thoughts daily. I’m thinking there was something between him and I that I squandered away. Not that I regret my decision, but I often question if he would have been in the United States would I have thrown what we had away?

Whoosah

Posted on by Nadia in cabin fever, catina, coronavirus aftermath, journaling, mental health, nightmares, quarantine, quotes and poems

Image Credit: Pixabay Going to bed at 1 a.m. Monday morning and waking up at 4 a.m. Wednesday morning you’d think I was sufficiently set.  Then why is it that all I can think about is passing back out? The first thing on my mind, when I finally became conscious, was this coronavirus and Wolfman. While I was asleep, I had a nightmare that my nephew who is in foster care contracted this horrible virus. Afraid of what the outcome was more than likely going to be, I remember waking myself up for a few minutes and talking to my sister Catina. My hopes were that when I fell back to … Continue reading Whoosah →