Mad & Angry at the hold addiction has on you!

I am mad!

I am angry!

Mad at you, for choosing this life, refusing to accept help when offered, denying you have a problem!

I am angry at all the people in your life, that have turned a blind eye to keep their place, that use you, that enable you, that support you, that drag you down this road again!

I am mad & angry at myself! For not being able to reach you, not able to help you, not able to break through to you…

I hate every single part of this! I hate how I feel, I hate more what this is doing to you!

You want me to turn a blind eye, to smile, pretend I dont see you. You want me to make light conversations and pretend?….

I pray…

I pray so many times…

I pray more each day for you than myself!

I am mad!

I am angry!

I am hurting….

I can’t reason with my mind why, why God would bring you back into my life; to just watch you fall….

Why would God put the burden so heavy on my heart, to reach out to you?

Why don’t you hear him calling to you?

I am angry!

So angry at everyone that is using with you!

So angry at you!!!

I am mad & angry….

Because I love you!

To watch you fall, struggle, pretend, & refuse help! Well it’s killing me!

I know this disease!

I know it oh so well…

I watch it rob, cheat, steal the very life from people every single day!

You feel ashamed?

Guilty?

Broken?

Join the club!

There is not one person in this world that doesn’t feel these things in life!

They don’t define you!

They don’t rule you!

They dont command you!

Soo, lift your head up high!

Stop giving it, power over you…

Acknowledge the past…

But STOP being stuck!

Stop lying to yourself!

Look inside you….

You have the power to overcome!

You hold the key to fighting your demons!

You have everything inside you that you will ever need to succeed.

You have me here… waiting to guide you… link you… listen to you…

But you, YOU… have to want it!

You must be the one; that takes the first step…. You have to be ready to walk away, to heal, to embrace the pain and hurt.

I am mad…..

I am angry…

But I also see the person behind the disease! This doesn’t have to be your life!

#addiction #recovery #awareness #mindfulness #lettinggo #givingittogod

#faith #hope

#mentalhealthawareness #addictionawareness #sfami #nami

Letting go

There comes a point and time in and your life; you just have to walk away!

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The same pattern of behavior, the same, well.. same!

You should never doubt, never have to question someone’s love or loyalty… You should feel it from within your soul. The real things in life… the things that truly matter. The things that will always matter, that you trust blindly and freely….

Those things…. you should never question or doubt !

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If you are doubting, questioning… well then; there’s your answer!

If you don’t walk away…. You will find more pieces broken…. Before you know it…. There will be more Gold in your reflection than actual pieces of you…

#rmdrakequotes #rmdrake #lifegoals #lifechoices #lettinggo

#broken #beautifullybroken ##kintsukurio #kintsugi #jenzphelps #jenz

Homeless doesn’t mean without love

Photo credits go to Chris Townsend you can find him on Instagram #nyfakid

I work with all types of people. Largely an at risk population, often homeless. My clients have many stories, never is one the same. You would be surprised to find that they come from all walks of life. Young, old, once rich, always poor, veterans, struggling with addiction, or struggling with mental illness; many have been mistreated, neglected, or abused.

I learned at a very young age; to never judge someone by their outter appearance. I learned to ask, how their journey brought them to this place, this stage in life. Chris has an amazing gift, he captures someone’s life in a single photo. His photos so often scream to me, the life and journeys of my clients.

Yesterday one of my favorite clients came in. He has a unique story. He was not born in the United States. He grew up in an  tropical environment. He served in the military for his country. He came the the U.S. as a young man, and got his citizenship.   He has already lived through more than most of us could imagine.

What strikes me most when I meet with him, is how he sees the world and his journey. Yesterday he told me how he is once again homeless. He talked to me with such sadness in his eyes, he stated how lucky he was, he had a good spot down on the river, he says this to me with a smile on his face. “Don’t be sad for me, I have my faith”.

I asked how was he managing with the basics;  water, food, bathing, he smiled and said, “don’t you worry, I am smart, I found a place down along the river, it’s nice down there I feel very safe, I can bathe there”.

He smiled with such a heaviness in his eyes, he looked at me and showed me his backpack. “Look you see, I dont hold value in material possessions, I have had everything taken from me you see, these things here… they mean nothing to me”.

I looked down at his backpack, he demonstrated just how weighted down it was. I knew he was use to living outdoors. I mentioned to him, what about the rain? He smiles at me, “Jennifer, don’t worry; God takes care of me”. I smiled back and asked how he was doing, the look of loneliness heavy on his face. He smiles again; looks directly into my eyes and proudly tells me how God used him to help a couple.

He smiles and looks up as he speaks, “I know a feel hopeless, but I never give up. God listens to me, he uses to to help the couple you see. I saw them, man and women walking late one night. I look up and say, Hey you need a place to rest? They come over, I show them here. I have plenty of space to lay my head, this here is a good place, this spot is good for you to rest. Jennifer, I tell them, no body will bother you here”.

He smiles at me. I reply, It made you feel good to help them out. He smiles and nods, “Yes, but what you don’t know. God used me, he talks to me. I helped them out. They stayed there for a few nights. One night they got to fighting you see. I got up, I got between them I said to him; this is not going to happen here”. I looked at him with concern, he smiles back. “No I dont get hurt, I took the woman aside, I tell the man I am going to talk to her. I ask this woman. Do you love this man? Jennifer, she says to me yes , she loves this man. I tell her then you cannot put your hands on this man. You must love him, help him, respect him. She agreed. I go talk to the man.. I ask him, same question. Do you love this woman? He says yes to me. So I tell this man you must love this woman, you cannot fight with her, if she puts her hands on you must must walk away”. He tells me how it filled his heart to help them out. Hope it gives him hope, others might need him.

He goes on to share that he feels so very alone. He is isolated from others, I try to talk about getting him into housing. He smiles back and replies; “No see shelters would not be good for me, I am safe and better out here”.

If you just merely looked at the surface. You would be too quick to judge. A man with nothing worldly, but everything in love.

It is because of clients like him, I love my job. No amount of sin, mental illness, or addiction of any kind wipes away the humanity, empathy, humility and compassion you will find inside.

If I ever doubt there is a higher power. I just listen to my clients, and see the gifts he leaves as reminders for us each and everyday!

#nyfakid #homeless #empathy #love #humanity #hope #faith #awareness #recovery #mentalhealth #addiction #lookbeyondthesurface #broken #christophertownsend #photography #itsthelittlethings #jenz #jenzphelps #phototherapy

The boy inside Frankenstein

A few years ago, I saw a old high school friend. He wasn’t in the best place in life. He had scars from his past, open wounds he was trying to heal. We started talking about our shared interest in art.

He had drawn a sketch on a piece of wood. He had this concept of what he wanted all laid out in his head. He asked if I would paint it, bring it to life. I was hesitant at first. My view of things and his were different. Art is such a personal thing. We often aren’t even aware of the things we transcribe-translate onto wood, paper, paint….

He insisted, brought over his drawing. There were two sides. Both he had sketched out his designs. Over the years, the thing he most identified with was Frankenstein. He had drawn out two versions, the man and the monster within.

We talked about colors and his envision of how it would be painted. I tried to encourage him to paint it. I was fearful my vision would not match his. He still insisted, “No, I want your style on it, you to paint it how you see it, how you see me”.

I accepted the challenge… nervously of course. The thought of ruining his drawings weighed heavily on my mind. He had already been through a lot in life. Material possessions, were of no concern. But this, something he created, something he identified with and he had carried with him over the years…. To him, this had value.

I thought long and hard before I began to paint. I stressed over my use of Colors, style and direction.

Then I considered every conversation we had. Every interaction I had with him throughout life. I heard his struggles, his highs and lows. Suddenly I realized…. This was not as much about Frankenstein, as it was about how he actually saw himself.

I started added layers of paint. Nervous about his reaction and mindful to not ruin his drawings. I sent him photos during different stages….

With each layer of paint. I could see him peeking out from inside the drawing. I saw his emotions, his sadness, his pain. I heard his stories over and over again…

Each phase or new layer, the more personal it became. At one point, I felt uneasy. As if I were peeking inside his mind, his most intimate thoughts. I just proceeded cautiously, sending photos as it progressed. Waiting, patiently for his reaction.

The more I painted the more I can find, the boy I once knew hidden inside. I do not think he ever intended for his drawings to reflect his hidden emotions, much less mirror himself.

Sometimes in life, everyone feels things too deeply. We each have a way of releasing the pressure. For many it is working through tasks. Never slowing down to reflect or feel the emotions; just keep moving, till it passes. For others it is stopping time, looking back, embracing the pain. Some choose to drown out the sensation of emotions., with people, relationships, Substances…. For each individual it is unique.

When I was done, careful to not over paint, not to hide the drawing underneath. I looked and notice… the image was quite clear. There was no longer Frankenstein, but my friend did appear.

On the back he had drawn the Monster within.

Oddly I thought, I recognized that grin. It was of course the mischievous nature of my friend. When I asked him if he noticed that. He got quiet, silent even… He replied… “I just drew what I felt and saw inside”.

Last time I saw him, he was at peace. He had meet his new bride, gotten married and seemed at last content. Almost a whole year had passed, I ran into him again. I almost didn’t recognize him. He was changed from within. He smiled, so bright from inside out. I asked how he’d been, before I could finish he pulled out his wallet. He flipped through his photos to show me his daughter!

I mentioned to him, you never got your painting. I had mentioned, how I had tried a few times to send it to him. He just smiled, “you keep it, I know where it’s at”. He was no longer that sad little boy, no longer fighting demons within. He had a new identity…. Father to a daughter & Husband to now a wife!

#artistheraputic #arttherapy #painttherapy #paintings #jenzphelps #jenz #mirrorimages #overcomingyourpast #recovery #awareness #mindfulness

Not everyday is a bad day, sometimes it’s simply a new beginning!

I feel like a weight has been lifted… A decision has been made. I am able to move again…

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Doesn’t mean I don’t miss you, or value you less. Just means I finally love myself a little more than I love you! We couldn’t have kept going at that pace, up and down… eventually; that pendulum was bound to break!

I have FAITH, that life will sort itself out. I just can’t be on standby, waiting for you to figure it out. I know my worth, value… it might have been less in your eyes, but mine see it just fine!

I will never settle for less that I deserve. You won’t see me disgruntled or unhappy because I choose too soon or settled for less! I can be alone, at peace with myself. You will never find me searching from man to man… I define my worth and push myself to be all that I can.

I don’t have to change how I see the world, I never did; to include you into the equation. You were the one, running from the safety in security that love provides…

Your soul is restless, I see it from here; you have nowhere to hide. Tossing and turning,dying to break free. You are truly the only one weighing you down; and you cannot even see. You can try and point fingers; but… the mirror doesn’t lie.

I knew when I walked away, you would start to have doubts… I warned you, you thought they were empty threats… This was never a game you see; my heart, my emotions are as real as they can be.

I am not a toy, this is not a game, you can’t just have it your way; whenever you want! I am a real woman, with priorities and responsibilities! I hold my head high and live my life with integrity…

I have no time or interest in these school yard games. I saw you, I see you… I know you! Even still, today….

Tonight I breathe lighter and easier than before. I have tried so, so many times; to get you to understand, to open up, to talk! I will not… I will not! Titter- totter again back and forth, up on that pendulum again….

We are adults! I can own my feelings, my emotions, my love…. I can own my hurt, my pain, and my faults!

I will never go back to that playground again…. I am grown, I can own the life that I want!

I have FAITH, life always works itself out!

But tonight…. I no longer feel the weight of that rock on my chest! I can breathe! I may crack and crumble from the love I have… But I can put the pieces back together, to create something far more captivating with the beauty in those scars!

I am weak, in that I feel my emotions soo deeply; however, my roots are strong like dandelions in the city, pushing it’s way up through the cement to feel the rain and stand in the sunshine!

My pain… only makes me stronger… Not everyday, is a bad day. Sometimes it is simply a New Beginning.

Embrace the pain… just don’t get stuck!

It is ok to acknowledge & accept that we feel pain… it is simply a necessary part of life. Sometimes… you have to embrace the pain life throws at you, in order to heal; and grow. It is those life moments… that give you the stepping stones you need, to get you to the next stage in your journey!
#noteverydayisagoodday #embraceyourself #emptyyourmind #letgoandletgod #focusonwhatyoucanchange #letthepainmotivateyou Just remember… dont get stuck in the moment…

When is loving you, too much

I have been doing some real soul searching. It is a fine line you walk, loving someone struggling with addiction or mental illness.

The line between self preservation & enabling. This poem, is what we all want, desire, aspire to have in life:

But when do you walk away? Walk away because the longer you love them, the longer you support them, the longer you stay…. You hurt them; by enabling their behavior.

I don’t always know, I search my heart, I pray about it, I truly struggle with doing the right thing, careful to not lay judgement but truly try to understand, see things from their view.

I feel we are at a pass, a crossroads of sorts…

At some point… I have to love myself, more than I love you!

The stress, the worry, the not knowing if you are ok, hurt, sick, or in need of help. It’s just weighing too heavily on my soul; even when I pray.

I pray more for you…. than I do myself!

#sfami #supportingfamiliesofadultmentallyill #addiction #recovery #awareness

Never did I see myself here

Never did I see myself here. This place in life, a waiting room of sorts. I am on the other side of the desk usually. I am the caregiver, the one counseling others, reminding them to set firm boundaries. To role model for their loved ones how life should be.

You took that away from me. You brought me to the other side. The side of worry, fear, stress, angst… You brought me restless nights, endless stressful days.

You weighted down my heart, causing it to tear & break. There is an emptiness now, larger than before. A endless void that causes me to pray, for God to take the heartache away.

I knew better. You cannot open doors from the past. Once you walk through, they are sealed. That window passed. Now I wear a armour of fear around, instead of hope.

I never wanted to be on this side again. I grew up watching the damage it creates. You think by being silent, this will simply go away. You think by ignoring the issues it will resolve itself.

Nothing will change, until you own your lifes choices. Time is running out… Can’t you feel it, slipping through your hands; faster than your heart beats ?

I still carry the burden of HOPE. I carry it around like a rock on my chest. It crushes me little more each time I take a breath. Taking the life out of me.

I never intended to wait, my mind, body, soul got stuck; frozen in time. You have to know how you ripple out into every aspect of my life.

My heart now beats, like a heavy tribal drum. I hear the faint of calling of a war cry…

*thumb*… *thumb*…, … *thumb*

It’s harder to breathe, each day passing. I am here…

Waiting…

Pacing…

My mind clouded with fear, worry, & stress.

*thumb*… *thumb*…, … *thumb*

There is another tightening in my chest…

*thumb*… *thumb*…, … *thumb*

I keep looking, searching, praying,

It’s harder to breathe…. the weight is crushing me from the inside out…

*thumb*… *thumb*…, … *thumb*

I never intended to be on this side of things…

I never thought I would fall into this quicksand.

It’s pulling me down… each breath I take, sinking me down little more…

*thumb*… *thumb*…, … *thumb*

It’s harder to breathe!

I feel my heart being ripped to shreds…

The pain is so intense….

*thumb*… *thumb*…, … *thumb*

I NEVER thought I would be on this side of things…

Down on my knees… Begging God please, keep him safe… another night!

*thumb*… *thumb*…, … *thumb*

*thumb*…

*thumb*…, … *thumb*

It’s too heavy… I can’t keep pacing, the waitroom is suffocating….

I never thought… I would be here…

Praying…

Waiting…

Praying….

Worrying….

My heart can’t take it….

…. … …

I can’t watch you self destruct, I can’t stay in this waiting room, any longer…

I can’t breathe!

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Life… is a gift, a blessing to be cherished. I can’t stay in this waiting room any longer….

Waiting for you, to realize…. You need help!

I have to Breathe!

#sfami #supportingfamiliesofadultmentallyill #addiction #familysupportgroup #recovery #awareness

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Prove them wrong

I love this!

I soo can relate. In middle school , I was pretty much told by my guidance counselor, I needed a trade, college would not be for me. My teachers felt I didn’t pay attention , I was a day dreamer in class…

By high school, I struggled with reading comprehension, testing… Teachers literally assumed, I wasn’t trying. No one noticed, I was writing backwards, inverting words & letters…. Math was a challenge.

It is funny, you remember clearly the words, expressions of disappointment & disapproval from authority figures growing up. They make you doubt yourself, I was told by yet another guidance counselor, “college is not for you, try trade, he put me in CNA curriculum *…

Best thing could have happened, the structure of the medical field, help me learn. Still struggled with testing.

It wasn’t until I finished nursing school, started college at CVCC, finally… my English teacher, Mrs. Ellen Gross… she noticed. She talked with me, edited my papers, sent me for testing. I wasn’t, stupid, or unmotivated… I was dyslexic & ADD.!

Just knowing that, learning to proofread, slow down, learning some cognitive behavioral techniques; opened up a whole new world for me.

Suddenly a girl that was told by many teachers & guidance counselors that she was a “day dreamer, unfocused, unmotivated, would never go to college”…. Suddenly, college was now just the beginning!

I was determined, no matter how many times someone told me, “you can’t do that”… I was determined to prove them wrong! I believe, I can do anything… I put my mind too!

I have been a nurse for 25 years. I have held many positions, gone back to school, graduated with two B.S. degrees in Psychology, started grad school. I have overcome and achieved more than, I ever thought possible.

NEVER let anyone tell you what your potential is. Only you can determine that!

If you ever doubt it… Just ask me, a girl that once failed English in high school; now 1st Vice President of Virginia Board of Nursing and Co-president of Virginia Association of Community Psychiatric Nurses.

I have surpassed goals, I personally never thought would even be possible for me in life.

#neverstopbelieving!
#provethemwrong
& I still need editing when writing papers!

Sometimes life mimics art…

Sometimes life mimics art…. #feelmuchlikemyart #insomnia #embraceyourself #emptyyourmind #jenzphelps #jenz #mirrorimages

Art has a way of mirroring the artist within…. I often feel that. Painting my emotions just trying to get them out.

Sometimes, you feel too much. You just become numb.

Know your true needs…

Sometimes we can distract ourselves from what is real and focus on what we want…

Our minds have a way of filling in the spaces that distance & silence naturally create.

As human beings, we react often to our desires & our wants; rather than responding to our actual needs.

It is often easier to chase the dream, than live in reality. Hope’s, dreams, desires… these are the things that fuel us, motivate us, drive us.

Reality, truths, actual facts of our circumstances; these are the things that can suppress us, overwhelm us, unmotivate us, & cause us to have doubt & uncertainty, fear.

If we step back, and dare to be honest with ourselves, truly honest… Oftentimes the things we find ourselves fighting so hard for, aren’t truly the things our hearts actually desire. They are far often; our minds idea of what we want.

Hope’s, dreams, wants, wishes, desires….. These are all valuable things to hold on to; if in fact we make certain those Hope’s, dreams, wants, wishes, & desires are truly what our hearts, souls, & minds need!

Never stop Dreaming…. However; make sure your dream, is also a true heart, mind, & soul’s need.

Looking beyond the surface

I see people in soo many different stages of life in my field. Some in the midst of a life crisis, others just years of not coping, self harm, self medicating, untreated mental health disorders, untreated trauma or abuse… The list could go on & on….

The one thing they all have in common…. they are *Human*….

I say that to make a point, I often tell my clients; The only difference between you being on that side of the table & me, is…. *circumstances & coping skills*!

I have yet to meet someone that woke up & said, Today I want to be homeless, or mentally ill; Today, I want to have an addiction disorder. Noone wants that life, but like any disease, we don’t get to choose which disorders we have; but we do have to address them!

I am very careful to not judge my clients, to listen to their story & try to learn how they got to the point in life where they are….

You never know when the chairs could be turned, and you find yourself in their place. A little empathy… goes a long way!

Seek to understand the Chaos….

Not my place to judge

I don’t have to like your behaviours to love you as a friend. I can look and see your pain, I can see your addiction as the disease it truly is. I can love you & be encouraging & supportive of you getting help. I can remind you that relapse is only a small part of addiction, & encourage you to simply keep moving forward!

I don’t have to lower my standards or expectations of you just because you are struggling right now! I do however have to be fair, & mindful of your journey & choices.

I am allowed to be upset, hurt, disappointed. I am not allowed to however, judge you, mistreat you, or disrespect you.

I can meet you where you’re at, in this process. I can verabilze to you my concerns & I can express how I feel.

I understand so much more that you know. But I see you’re not ready to talk, or open up, or engage in treatment.

So I sit back, gather my thoughts & pray. I reach out, I just try to remind you; of the person you lost… I see him…

I hold back my anger, I just try to remember, my goals in life & your goals aren’t the same, nor do they have to be; but that doesn’t mean, I don’t love you, or that I don’t respect you, or that I am not your friend!

Thing is…. I just might believe in you… more than you believe in yourself! I see you, I see through the phase you’re in. I know you, I know what you are capable of. I know…. who you are, inspite of your actions… I know that when you’re feeling very much the victim of life… that in fact, you are a survivor, a warrior of life!

I never stop believing in you!

I just simply love you… as you are!

#addiction #recovery #mentalhealthawareness #sfami #thestruggleisreal #supportingfamiliesofadultmentallyill

#meetingyouwhereyouare #healthycopingskills #healthyboundaries

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The true Beauty of being Broken

Growing up in life, we are taught right from wrong at such a young age. The world quickly becomes black & white, or; so we think.

Working in behavioral health & Substance abuse populations, one thing I can tell you; the world isn’t… black & white. It is filled with a world of grays & colors, in art, the concept we learn so young of black & white; is actually light & shades of dark…

Paintings are very much like people. We start with a rough outline, slowly the idea we envisioned starts to fade as new life transpires; with each new layer of color we add on.

Sometimes, my heart aches: for things it cannot understand. For desires it has, that breath life of their own. For others that it feels hurting & suffering around me. For the sadness it hears in those around it.

Sometimes as an artist, we try to capture those intense emotions; we feel them soo deeply, soo intensely, we have to purge our soul of the sensation & thoughts around us.

In, Japanese culture Kintsugi or Kintsukurio is the art of taking something broken; and putting it back together, filling the cracks with gold or silver. The thought is, that the object is actually more beautiful, because of the cracks. The cracks, imperfections are highlighted; to show the endurance & strength of the object & is considered to actually add more value than before it was broken.

Art mimics life & people. The most beautiful souls, are the ones that have been broken. The souls that have overcome & risen up from the chaos life has given them.

Have you ever looked into someone’s eyes & could see their pain? It’s the kind of pain that only hides behind a broken smile. Those eyes sparkle, they light up cold dark nights, they make you feel warm, welcomed, & loved.

As an artist we strive to capture that raw pain moment & put it to canvas… As a nurse, I tend to gravitate towards the broken souls… I hear them call so loud at times… I just want to mend them, filling in the cracks with gold & silver. Highlighting all that they have overcome in life!

The world simply is not black & white…

The world is filled with broken souls, in full color , with light & dark shades adding to their depth. You just have to look beyond, your mental concepts of things, talk to people, hear their story, & stand back & admire the beauty of their journey!

Poised like a picture

Here’s the thing, you can wear a mask in life, smile pretty for the camera, But that’s just it, it’s an *attempt* at creating an illusion.

You don’t really, truly fool anyone. You might in fact give yourself away. See behind the poised photo, there is this glimmer of hope, this beacon of pain, humility, internal sadness that lingers from within, just long enough to cast shadows from the illusion you were trying to create.

There is a reason we admire those that are fearless, courageous, & bold enough to live out loud. To truly be themselves, that seem truly unapologetic about expressing how they feel or view the world.

Life isn’t composed or arranged in a neat, tidy bow. Life is messy, complex, emotional, & raw. Life was designed to test us, push us, drive us to be our best selves.

It’s up to us, to arise to the challenge…. It’s up to us to determine if we are poised, unattached, emotionally removed. It’s up to us to decide if we want to juggle 50 things at once, if we want to grin & smile behind the pain, if we want to guard up, and later on our armour.

We have the power to become, overcome, lift up, help, and or inspire .

We have the power to changes our lives!

Or we can just….. sit & complain & blame, while the world passes you by.