THE KEY

Jana Marie
Nov 7 · 2 min read

When I was 8 my mom, and dad, told me not to play with this. It was dangerous and could hurt me, so I did pause.

And went right ahead and unraveled it.

I wasn’t feeling too proud of myself. Their words echoed in my head as I looked at my bloody hands.

So much so that I don’t remember what their reaction was.

I knew the dangers of alcohol, yet I walked like a robot into bars and bad situations.

After fate stepped in and saved me from being a teen mum, you’d think I would know how to avoid that end.

Nope.

My husband urges me to slow down when I’m in town, I daydream and have had close calls.

So each day as I look at the students I work with, I try to find my inner peace (I scream in my head often) and realize some lessons need to occur organically.

I’m going to hell, as I feel a bit of joy when the thing I specifically pointed out happens.

Usually karma catches me. I almost giggled when an untied shoelace was stepped upon. Immediately after that I had a huge chip with sour cream on my shirt.

I got laughed at, did I learn?

Nahhhh

We can caution, and try to steer away from the lumps of life, turns out I need the spiritual sledgehammer.

There must be more of us out there.

Jana Marie

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I started writing long ago but just recently started to share about mental wellness. I hope one day to present on my experiences to educate those around me.

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