Jadedisland

Mentality

The various moments in my life, along with advice, motivations and fashionable perspectives. 

 Cleric - Yukijoro

Inspired by my academic pursuit and personal roots with psychology, mental health, and healing Yukijoro is the second facet I named. The myth of the fantasy creature/spirit and ice deity spoke to me when I read about, "the woman who died in winter". After experiencing and overcoming some of severe trials of my own, I often felt like I was trapped in ice, looking towards a positive and beautiful world. So the frozen healer holding a mirror is one of my perceptions of self. My stronger, but perhaps melancholic, muse helped me through loneliness and isolation by reshaping my writing voice and emotive style. The focus of my writing style under the influence of my inner muse yukijoro is "mentality" and the overall reflection of the emotions that lie deep within. My hope is to process the life lived and the life I hold now. Of all my writing voices, this is the most true to the me now, I am still the woman who is healing from her winter. This facet has the most presence on my blog, as she is the one reflecting on my journey and experiences. 

You can catch this guide on my main blog sharing my wisdom, experiences, and reflections. 

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Working towards more fulfilling self-love and exploration is the goal of all my writing, and why I explore how I navigate my life. If you feel you need help building an emotive goal, you can now email or message me at your discretion. - E&HS: Setting Emotive Goals

A Note from Jade

These glimpses of my life like chapters of breathing memoir vary from topic to topic. Some are heavy, and some are light please keep in mind that these are moments from my life past, present, and dreams for the future. -Jade


Chapter 10: Focus

If the sky can weep, so can I. 

Growing up I admired a lot of odd things. I loved the way blonde hair had a glow to it. The complexity of love triangles inspired childish dreams and peculiar questions. Whiffs of body spray used to delight me. Yes, there was a time in my confusing middle school through high school life that I was admiring some whack shit. I was in awe of things outside of myself, that seemed free of the problems I had. I was in love with the idea of not being me. 

Sometimes I still am. During my experiences, and the train wreck of my twenties that I'm currently living I started to admire better things. Conceptual and abstract admiration for things that were not physical but exist nonetheless. My grandmother, on my fathers' side, whom for fun we will call Dr. Scorpio said that sometimes my writing can be really abstract. I theorize that the reason is that I am a student of psychology & literature. My interests go from the internal examination of why we are the way we are to the art of storytelling and poetic language. My interests intertwine and work together, but I'm not sure where my abilities will take me or how it will help anyone. I thought psychology and writing were lovers meant to be. A dynamic that sparkled brighter than gemstones. Simply a muse between the intricacy of the mind and complexity of the heart. It all makes sense to me. Well, why wouldn't it? To know yourself is to better yourself. 

However, living and breathing capitalism, corrupted politics, and materialism all day can really cloud living to the fullest. Its a constant stream of negativity, violence, and despair. So when the world is entrenched in despair, whats left to admire but things that contribute to that? Wrong, cut that mentality in half and throw it away in opposite places. There is plenty to admire in a world like this. Admire perseverance, admire determination, and admire focus in a reality so bleak. Admire the traits in those who slide into your life like a fresh meme. Admire the smile from a shy friend. Admire the strength of those facing things beyond their social media persona. Admire the taste of your favorite drink after feeling like your world is ending. Whether you believe that I'm walking around pinpointing some abstract things to admire like a psycho, or simply someone who can still love humanity after all its wrong. Trust in the voice that reminds you that you are a warrior. That next smile will come sooner than you think. This bleak world hasn't stolen it all just yet, there is still life to admire while we fight to survive. There is still love past tears. There is something out here for all of us, we just need to focus. Focus, breathe and drink some water. There is plenty to do for us warriors weary from fighting it all. Trust in the hope that comes in admiration. Find your light in that which inspires us. 

 

I'm signing off, but I have more stories to tell, and more muses to share - Empress Jade

Find more thoughts, prose, blog posts, and ramblings of a chaotic woman on my blog.Comments, questions, concerns, inquiries, and shares are always welcome.