Author: Liz Seda

Journaling for the Body and Soul

All I could see was the blank page. I found myself staring at the journal that lay open on my lap. It was the third time in a week I’d made an attempt to start writing in my new journal and I was determined to begin with something other than ‘Dear Diary.’ Several minutes, one headache, and three aspirin later I closed the journal and decided I’d try again tomorrow when I was fresh.

The morning rolls around and I sit staring at that wretched blank page which just stares right back at me as if to say, “How many times are we going to go through this?” Finally I caved and I wrote, ‘Dear Diary,’ in black pen. Suddenly, the words that wouldn’t come flowed easily. I wrote for an hour. Who knew I had so much to say? I was fascinated.

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10 Warning Signs You’re Addicted to Suffering

I was born in the ghetto. I’ve looked death in the face three times. I spent years living with an eating disorder. My father left me when I was just a little girl. I’ve had to be hospitalized for major surgeries twice. I’ve spent most of my life medicated; for physical and mental ailments.

Yet, despite everything, I’m a very happy person. I’m grateful for my life every day. I love being alive.

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