August 12, 2016: Use Your Words

Today’s post is a writing challenge. This is how it works: participating bloggers picked 4 – 6 words or short phrases for someone else to craft into a post. All words must be used at least once and all the posts will be unique as each writer has received their own set of words. That’s the challenge, here’s a fun twist; no one who’s participating knows who got their words and in what direction the writer will take them.

Until now.

At the end of this post you’ll find links to the other blogs featuring this challenge. Check them all out, see what words they got and how they used them

I’m using:       

Wonderment ~ Octopus ~ Anyone ~ Organic ~ Cotton

They were submitted by:   The sweet and amazing Jules from The Bergham Chronicles !

Collateral damage.

'Damage inflicted on an unintended target', is what most people associate with it,  but I don't think that's all it pertains to really.

Unintended target makes it seem like there was a sea of people maimed or done wrong by a complete stranger with no forewarning...when in reality many of those who are causing the damage are aware of the hearts and souls they bruising,  twisting and crushing and to put it bluntly, they do not give a shit.

Perhaps they are passing down horrid habits of how they were raised,  maybe they are bullies, maybe they truly think it's okay to treat others like crud, maybe they are strung out on (choose whatever vice you please) to even notice the wreckage that they leave behind,  or maybe they're just apathetic assholes who are so conceited they think the mirror is lucky to show them their reflection.

It almost seems a wonderment that anyone chooses to pursue any kind of relationship when the past has shown us how brutally it can end for us. We can be broken,  we can be left to the wayside with organs ripped out and our soul smashed to bits, we can be left hard, callused and waiting to exact revenge on the next poor mate who crosses our path continuing the jacked up pattern that put us in the first place to begin with...


I promise when I started this I was going a positive direction,  have faith dear reader,  I'll get there...eventually.


The want, (or if you subscribe to Maslow's Hierarchy the "need"), to form loving relationships is organic and fruitful for our lives.  We need them just as much as we need oxygen and coffee to be considered alive and human. The unfortunate thing is that so many of us have been handed so much baggage and heartache that we wouldn't be able to hold it all even if we were an octopus. We become protective of our cotton candy hearts that dissolve quickly from the acid of wicked souls,  we become leary of new people and their unknown intentions and our eyes that once saw shooting stars and magnificent meteor showers only fear getting sucked into a black hole. With each ending to a relationship, with each heartache, each betrayal,  we become a little more jaded, a little more cautious...a little more unsure of ourselves.

We can begin to doubt if we are worthy of love or...even capable of loving. 

There are times that leave us speechless wondering if we are to accept the burning cities around us as our homes. Let it be known, the only time we should accept the acrid smell of burnt out dreams and hopes is when we are getting ready to start a new chapter and are using the shit we've waded through as fertilizer to grow bigger hopes and dreams.

We were never meant to be sidelined in our own lives wondering when the heroine was going to come in and save us...when we are the damn directors of our lives.

So, basically my loves,  what this long winded crappily put together post is saying is:

If you feel broken,
if you feel that you are not good enough,
if you feel like you deserve to be treated like trash,
if you feel that it's better to settle,
if you feel that it's okay to piece your life together constantly from the wreckage of an abusive relationship,
if you think you are unworthy of love,
if you think you are too fucked up to go on or to ever be loved,
I'm here to tell you babe, you're wrong.

So. Damn. Wrong.

You were never collateral damage. You were never broken. You were never something that needed fixing.  You were never something to simply be discarded and thrown away.  

You are strong enough to love yourself to realize you don't take shit from anyone.

You are strong and secure enough to eat alone at restaurants and see a movie alone.

You are strong enough to buy the sparkly too-tall sexy heels and turn your nose up at anyone who 'tsks' you for wearing them.

You are strong enough to realize that even though you've had a minor set back on the path to the most righteous you- you cannot be stopped.

Seriously,  stop. Take a moment. Look at how far you have come.  You've survived heart break, challenges and obstacles you did not ever think you'd face, you have rose above abuse, you have taken the bull by the damn horns and made your own future.

Even while scared shitless, you did the damn thing.

So don't you dare for one freaking moment give into that sad thought that you are broken, that you are what was left behind because it was no longer working, that you are not worthy of rebuilding or starting over.

You are, always, strong enough to move forward my friend.

Because, whether you realize or choose to acknowledge it or not,  you already have overcome some crazy shit like only a queen can do.

Keep rocking and never forget where you were and where you want to go.

Instead, I want you to remember when the world imploded and exploded all around you leaving you shell shocked and scared what you chose to do. That's right,  you fought through it and used it as a rock to build the foundation of your future.

Links to the other “Use Your Words” posts:

Baking In A Tornado             

Southern Belle Charm                                      

Spatulas on Parade                    

The Bergham Chronicles         

The Diary of an Alzheimer’s Caregiver   

On the Border                        

Confessions of a part time working mom 

Sparkly Poetic Weirdo                 

Never Ever Give Up Hope          


Dinosaur Superhero Mommy                                                                


  1. You are absolutely right, and it needs to be said over and over!
    Nice post, love the "oxygen and coffee" 😀

  2. So well put, Jenn. Sometimes, when you're in the middle of a shit storm, perspective is nowhere in sight. I was looking for words like these just the other day.

  3. You are an amazingly gifted writer and I hope this helps just the right person especially if that person is you. I hope you find that person who doesn't add to your load of baggage and helps you carry some of yours. Kudos dear friend beautifully written.

  4. Love this post. It needs to heard by us all.


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