#creativty

Cooking in February. Inspired by my favourite TV – Twin Peaks, I had decided to bake a cherry pie. I used this recipe.

Even though I don’t make pies often, this was not a hard recipe, but it was a bit different than usual.

All in all, this was a great experience:)

My creative writing professor posted this for us to watch, and I feel much better about my tendency to procrastinate lol

Some very emotional Progic, poor baby 💕

by Ruth Harris 

Stress and Burnout are Different.

As I said in Part I of this piece, stress is a condition of too much and is characterized by over engagement. Too many demands, too much pressure. Your emotions are overactive and hyped up. You face too many demands on your time and energy, and feel barraged and overwhelmed by unrelenting pressure.

The consequences of stress are primarily physical: your pulse rate quickens, your heart pounds, but you still feel a glimmer of hope.

You think that if you can just get everything under control, you’ll be OK again.

Burnout, a result of chronic stress, is a condition of too little and is characterized by disengagement. You feel empty, emotionally drained, and devoid of energy.

Burnout reduces productivity and leaves you feeling helpless, hopeless, cynical, and resentful. Your motivation is gone, your creativity, kaput. You feel detached and depressed, and as if you have nothing more to give.

Keeping in mind that stress and burnout are different, the approaches to dealing with them are also different.

Not realizing what was awaiting for me by this demon,

I could see in her eyes she had some wicked intentions,

This Wombman held an amazing appearance, friendly face, gorgeous body, a breathtaking personality who decided to put me on child support,

It’s pretty obvious she’s been plotting with her masters of wicked schemes,

I wonder if she knew what she was doing?

Keeping me away from the only thing that brought me joy most days,

Was she trying to cause me pain,

Suffering from depression of the duties I couldn’t live by,

She knows of my struggle,

Barely have a roof over my head, lights hardly flicker on, hardly any fresh foods to wake up to and applying to jobs has been an disgrace,

You would think someone who knew of my situation would think this over,

Yet she still decided to go against me,

Knowing I couldn’t hold onto a job,

Every chance I get something wasn’t working out in my favor,

Stressing out about providing with loose change in my pockets,

As she sits there high and mighty just waiting for the money she hasn’t received yet,

Now it isn’t like I’m not in my sons life!

I’m just not financially right,

It’s crazy how money will turn us against each other,

It’s showing me how money truly rules everything,

I thought we were a team,

Apparently I thought wrong,

The snake whispered into your ears once or two many times for us to be here,

Damn, do you hear that?

Who’s knocking at the door?

“It’s the Police, Open Up”

What are y’all here for,

“ In the behave of your failure to apply payments towards your juvenile hearing you are hereby under arrest,”

Damn ain’t this about a bitch,

As she yells: “it’s not my fault, baby I’m sorry”

When in all actuality it’s completely your fault how else would I end up in handcuffs,

Shield our sons eyes he doesn’t need to see his father like this,

If it wasn’t for you going to your wicked masters I wouldn’t be in this mess right now,

Sitting here in this jail cell all because I couldn’t pay child support with money I didn’t have in the first place,

As I think to myself,

“I’m in my sons life, that’s what should matter,”

“Shouldn’t that count for something?”

Obviously it counts for nothing unless she gets some money out of it,

“I claim him, I know he’s mine, I love him now he has to grow up seeing his father in the big house thanks to her”

Already been having suicidal thoughts before I stepped foot into this place,

Now their growing stronger I think I’m even going insane,

I’m starting to see how everything is slowly changing around me,

They even replaced my name with a number making it more obvious that I’m just a product to this institution,

They throw us in here left and right as if we’re a prize added to their collection,

To a game we wished not to play in,

Unfortunately it’s all to late once the system knows our name and face,

She set me up but it’s okay the system played her the same way its playing me,

Once I get out I’m gonna set myself straight,

I gotta make it out,

Gotta keep my head held high,

Thinking about coming home to my son helps the time pass by,

In here we’re being treated like animals doesn’t make it easier to wanna stay alive,

Some of us are sick, slowly dying and we don’t get proper treatment, they look at us as if we aren’t humans,

Some may even laugh at our pain, but in a odd way It makes me wanna survive through it all,

Everything will be better soon once I clear my name,

Besides, the system is a safe haven for us anyway, right?