My first review for Rain of the Wolves

Great review! 🥰

Akita turned eighteen; that was the day she vanished. It all began with an innocent dream, or so she thought. Now she’s linked to the earth’s power, destined to help others. The universe is thrown at her feet; its true nature bares its teeth. 

Is it a gift or a curse? 

Darkness creeps in the shadow waiting for the right moment to strike.

Akita takes hold, creating her own fate, finding a love written in the stars.

mybook.to/RainoftheWolves

Power of Light

some where within

this heart I lay.

Am i awake or

is it fool’s paradise

an echoe of a holler

bellows back

mimicking my heart as it

pleads to the master

to abandon its chains.

among those with broken dreams,

Devowered into a missled world

love thats like a siv

and wicked thoughts

en-wrapped in fire….

slowley it draws you in

a longing to find a place

to hide….

echoes like a breath taken

on a cold day.

The grey surrounds,

overwhelming the streets

engulphing souls,

over powering the sun

creating withdrawl of light.

the clock ticks , but never stays.

An army of ignorance invades

driving your mind to the land of oz

and your body to the river of lust

then where is time?

among the streets catching the wind.

Does the master listen and reach out his love

will he carry my heart through the path of thorns

and keep it from drowning in the sorrow

from the throbs of other hearts.

Will he excuse what is only natural,

adapting to a world

that lacks a dawn

will he warm the hearts in those that have grown cold.

So while we engage

in shadows of the night

leaving time with no demand

The place i lay is filled with love

because i took a stand

I fought the battle, the masters hand i held

and because i loved with such belief

he caught me when i fell.

Although my chains

may hold me down

Give, and you will be forever and ever

above your grey surroundings in a world

saturated in light The golden crown

Good morning! Thursday July 15th.

Good morning!

I woke today my anxiety was at a low. I received my second vaccine; I ended up with symptoms of the flu. My body felt like it was hit by a truck. My anxiety was at its highest point while trying to sleep. I listen to music (it’s how I fall asleep), and my head hurt. I couldn’t rest due to body pain; it was horrible.

Some people suffer that much body pain regularly; I feel for them.

How does your anxiety affect your writing?
Mine affects mine in different ways; it takes away time I can be writing. Sometimes I can’t pick up my laptop or my pen. It might seem silly, but anxiety and panic are never reasonable.

Most days, I can pick up my writing; it makes me feel good. I love being one with the story; I sometimes forget that anxiety exists. (that only happens when I’m writing)

I have a dog who is my best friend; he is also my emotional support dog. I love walking him, but he is patio trained too for when we are not in the country. I usually have a grassy garden box set up for him in the city. Though it is easy to get out in the country, he and I are one, walking like troupers.

When your anxiety hits and you are writing, does it ever affect what you write?

Good morning! It’s Wednesday July 14th.

Hello everyone! My name is Jupiter. I have had this blog open for a bit but until now I didn’t know what I wanted to write. I do now!

My topic is writing while living with an anxiety disorder. I have a social anxiety in result I am trapped in my home for weeks sometimes months without leaving. It’s called agoraphobia.

What is agoraphobia? That is a great question!

Agoraphobia

Agoraphobia is a type of anxiety disorder. A person with agoraphobia is afraid to leave environments they know or consider to be safe. In severe cases, a person with agoraphobia considers their home to be the only safe environment. In case you want to know more I left a link.

https://www.betterhealth.vic.gov.au/health/conditionsandtreatments/agoraphobia

It’s funny (not a haha kind of funny) I don’t feel afraid! I feel panic and it feels very unreasonable yet I can not control it. Do you ever feel that?

Writing gives me a sense of living. No I don’t live like everyone else; it is extremly hard to see others living the life I wish I could live but learning to survive each day is where I’m at.

So I choose to write about anxiety and how I live, breathe and see each day. My fight, my struggle and how writing helps.

Do you struggle with anxiety?