Turn Your Wounds into Wisdom

"Turn your wounds into wisdom" - Oprah Winfrey


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This is one of the quotes that I abide by. To me, life is a test of our courage, intelligence, and actions. We are put here to try and be the best we can be, but also to LEARN. That's why mistakes are made; we're to learn from the ones we make and the ones others around us make.
In my life, I have seen/learned so much. I know more than what most people know in their 30's. Most of it has to do with having two alcoholic parents and growing up between them both. I was always pretty observant so I wasn't "in a fog" for the most of it. Seeing what alcohol does to both of them frightened me. I promised to never touch anything with alcohol in it for as long as I lived, and still plan on keeping that promise to myself, my body, my family, and my friends. People do NOT know what that stuff CAN do to you..especially teenagers, which is hard for me to handle. I see friends drinking or talking about drinking and all of a sudden, I'm upset. I know not everyone is the same, but what's the need to drink? To me, it seems like it's an escape for those who can't handle life. You know, a lot of people who have it way worse, don't have "drinks" to get them through life. As far as drinking to "have fun," Well, I have no idea what's going through your mind. It's up to YOU to have fun or not, stop making excuses.

Hmm, I'm obviously going off on a tangent and mainly talking about alcohol instead of wounds of all sorts, so I should probably get back on track.

Another wound with be with awful boys...haha.

I'll keep this one short since I get annoyed by talking about it so much.(;


LOVE YOURSELF BEFORE YOU LOVE OTHERS!

It's so important to be okay with yourself, or else you'll end up like me, just wanting anyone. Of course, I'm not like that anymore, but I'm sure that's who I was a month or two ago.

You need to know what you're worth, who you are, and you need to set up guidelines. Being "picky" is OKAY. Everyone complains about it, but why? You're being smart about who you date. Do you really want to end up with a kid at 16 because someone called you picky so you let any ol guy/girl in your life? No. You don't HAVE to have an "awful" life, so right now, try turning things around. Make the best of it all. Laugh, smile, love, LEARN.

Turn every mistake into a lesson learned..

don't let it happen again(:



-Taylor Marie

Mirrored Voice

Last week, we were given an English assignment. We were to write a story coming from the point of view from an inanimate object. This was mine...




A pair of eyes that spoke the truth, that’s all I really was. Glass with a maple frame and stand, I spoke. My first owners had bought me from an antique store. I was excited to begin my ways as a mirror. My owners were always filled with such joy and love. As time went on, Marie had passed away. Warren remained lonely, but even then, it was interesting to see how he lived his life from day to day. He would look into my eyes and I’d show him the truth, his loneliness. To avoid all sorrow, he had given me away. It was out of pure love; he had given me to his grand-daughter. Now, this girl was very different. She decorated me with positive notes and a peace sign scarf. When alone, she’d blast her music and dance in a way that showed she only wanted to have fun. Slowly, that changed. I sat against the mint green, east wall of her room as usual, examining the posters of who she believed was her soul mate. This always made me smile, though no one could see it. To me, it was inspiring. She wanted only the best for herself and family members…always dreaming. The sun light peered slightly through her see-through, pink, silk curtains. Suddenly, the door opened and closed. She didn’t have her usual smile. She was upset. She peered into my eyes, but I wanted to cower away. Through the time I have been with her, I have grown fond of her, cared for the girl. She only stared into me; I tried to tell her to look away. I knew how she’d react; she was unhappy. “Why can’t I just be happy?” She asked through sobs. “Just try. Love yourself.” I wanted to reason with her, but I only had one purpose, to tell the truth. Frankly, this was not one of those matters. How can I tell the truth when they’re too blind to see? She stepped closer, examining every bit of her face and body. “I hate you. You’re so ugly!” She practically screamed. I wanted to yell back, to fight. “No, you’re not! Can’t you see that? You’re beautiful, talented, and smart. Stop the nonsense!” My voice was never meant to be heard, but how could I let her be so ignorant? Was I deceiving? Did I really speak the truth or was I just there to shine what they thought back at them?

It’s been hours now. She’s been crying for 3 hours straight. She stared at his face, her face, and summarized her day. This is where I learned more to her. Her life was a complete horror. Being called those names, it totally destroyed the poor thing. She was knocked down day after day, never to be picked up- not by anyone. I wasn’t helping her. I could feel the pain; I wanted to cry alongside with her. I wanted to tell her that her dreams were able to be reached, but I was only a mirror…without a voice. I shot everything she didn’t want to see back at her. She didn’t love herself, though I did. She hated her nose, her chin, her stomach and life. She hated that he was unreachable, she hated how she had no one to understand, no one to hold, no one to tell her it was alright. This was overwhelming me. I wanted her to just smash me into pieces and get it over with, especially if she wasn’t going to see what beauty she possessed. “What makes you think you could ever be with a guy like him? He’s perfect…and you’re…not.” This was now beginning to anger me. I KNEW SHE WOULD BE AMAZING AND GREAT! I knew the truth! Sadly, I could not share it with her. Why was this so impossible?! “Stop it! Stop it! You’re so blind it hurts!” Eventually, the crying calmed and the lights dimmed until it was pitch-black. She was asleep, I could tell by her soft snores. I finally felt like I could breathe, but how would the rest of these days go? I was in fear, in fear that she would never see; I was in fear that she’d never understand the mirrored voice.

anywho, I loved what my teacher and a few friends told me, so I thought I should see what you think(:

Mirrors Reflect

With everything that has been going on, I've come to realize many, many things. Of course, naming them all would take too long, so this post will just be of one.

*Mirrors reflect, whether you want to believe it or not.*

My mom and 4th oldest sister are one in the same. The funny thing is that they DO NOT get along and talk about the other's traits. It's SO frustrating since they have everything the other one has. They both act on selfish impulses. You try to explain it to one of them and immediately the DENY it. Don't get me wrong, I'd want to deny it too if someone said I act like either one of them. I just want to film them both and then make them watch it later. Do you think they'd finally see how they are? Either way, they're looking at themselves when they're yelling at the other, so it tells you something; They strongly dislike themselves.

You know, there is irony in this as well, which makes it kind of hilarious, aside from the fact that the children are being harmed in this crapola of a situation.

Mom and Carolynn BOTH are recovering from abuse of a substance, both are the 4th child in the family, both are Carolynn Ann, and both got pregnant as a teen.

I wonder if they notice it.. Never mind, I know they don't.

In the long run (very LONG RUN ..haha kidding?), I love them both. I just hope they straighten things out before it's complete turmoil. In fact, I'm sure it already is..so what's below that?