Star Categories – Sunday Special – How to take stress out on a Sunday Special?

I’ve never liked Sunday’s as long as I can remember I think it’s since as a kid. I personally think it’s a waist of time to have a Sunday to do anything; it’s like lunch times when I never know what to have, I’m well fussy when it comes to food especially on the weekends the most importantly every Sunday as a kid we use to have a Sunday roast. It would stress me out a lot with the Sunday roast was because it would take a very long time after been to church; then I would had to do homework if had to do homework at the time, then next minute it would be dinner and then bed. 

That was a stressful thing ever I found as a kid however since then I changed the way I do things because it just drove me mad. I stopped going to church because I didn’t believe in it because it just wound me up everytime where is the evidence; couldn’t sit still because I have attention span of a goldfish that’s because of my hearing I’m not one of those people who can be talked at all the time, we decided not to have Sunday Roast anymore on the Sunday because my parents realised that it does take a very long time and everything. 

I now replace it all the things that I want to do and gives me the best relaxation that I want to be honest. I like that because I prefer to keep myself occupied it also reduces the stress and my anxiety as much as I can. I try and make something or do something to keep myself occupied; it also takes my mind off Monday for the day, otherwise it sends me into a panic because I knew I had to go to school the next day and I didn’t want to go I hated school so much. 

I’ve still have those days where I hate Mondays because there’s always been a certain things that made me feel anxious and I literally hate it. Things always seem to feel uncomfortable or something bad is going to happen because I have that weird sense of feeling from people; I hate picking up other people’s emotions because I think it’s about me like have I done something wrong or upset them, it tends to put me in a negativity mood and start getting cross because I hate the whole thing. I find out that it’s not even me but it feels like it’s me and I’m the one that’s been taken out off. 

Star Light Categories – Sunday Special – Grumpy Sunday

Literally in the worst grump you can ever ask for especially for a Sunday! I literally on mineral sleep because I can’t sleep at night due to the heat and so many on things going on my head as well. It’s just like you just want to scream. Then you’ll find the gobby house at the end of the next road literally screaming and shouting; next minute you get the local supermarket deliveries “yes on a Sunday!” Car alarms going off in the car park, next would be the next door neighbor drilling, sawing, building and hammering. 

Wait for it I haven’t quite finished there. Just having a breather. Ready? Let’s go. A parent still coughing and clearing their throat taking ages for to spit it out what they are trying to say. If I wanted that sort of talk I rather be back at work. Where it’s more peaceful and I know what I’m doing. Another parent who just non stop talking about either unnecessary things or things that will trigger someone else off and things come up that I’m involved with had the whole thing setting me off even more because I’m already irritated, grumpy and anxious about these things. 

I have this feeling that me and my grandparent who has dementia are on the same wave length today because they are in a grump to and I’m looking after them for a while. So it’s going to be interesting and also not what I really need right now because I’m in a grump but then again they like me and I’m pretty much get them out of a grump quite easily. Get people out grumps and etc is my special trait I think I do it on my job as well get the kids out of bad mood or something just because I weigh it out and make jokes etc. 

I’m that sort of person who just seems to go what have you done? Or what haven’t you done. They seem to realise that they answer their own problems or questions before I say anything; to which comes out on top or you have some people who takes longer, then incomes the battle bomb detonator from me and then they realise that it was staring right at them. To where they turn around and say to me “I love it when you just go straight in for the kill.” “People need it monjority of the time because they need a wake up call and wether it makes them cry or realise that they cry because it’s hit them and made them realise that I’m right and it hit home.” 

After shifting my grandparent grumpiness and they were full of life again after I got them to eat their lunch; not even too sure why I get them to do things and no one else can, it’s probably me being a good grandchild and get them to do things. Plus I use the same tactic as I use on special needs children with my grandparent. The way I work with them and how I do things is the same as my grandparent. Maybe I’m just to lay back to do care about things or I’m just funny. Until something isn’t right then everyone knows they’ve got on the wrong side of me when I go in for the kill where I say as it is. 

People that I went to church with obviously I don’t go anymore but I took my grandparent to it as the rest of the family where there and their partner were there. It took me awhile to set in but then once I got over the grumpiness and what not. The whole sassy funny confident person I knew within myself was back making everyone laugh. I hate when it takes all day to shift or doesn’t shift at all. 

Star Light Categories – Sunday Special – Oh Father God how could you?

Oh father god how could you? All the tears that I have shared when I had no one to turn around to; you say you got me and I got you, but you never been there to answer my prayers and now it’s over for good. All the memories that I have fighting for my life everyday through out the past x amount years; I made my way through life without your guidance, even when I got into trouble you weren’t around you just sat there watching me fail. 

Now that my head is pounding I can’t seem to turn around or get through this mind field; you say you’re my father but you really not my father wouldn’t let me fall to the ground, no matter how angry he gets with me because I know how much he loves and yet I know how hurt he is deep down. 

Did I pick a bad leaf or something because I seem to be the one continuing messing up my life more and more. Oh father god thank you for all tears that I have shared I don’t think I can heal as much as I can. Oh father god how could you? Every time I turn around you weren’t there no matter what dreams that I have or problems that o have you were never there for me, 

You’re like everyone else who just let people suffer no matter what because what have they done to you nothing. Yet I always pull through on my own because I’m stronger than this and that’s how I am. I always pull through. 

Sunday Special (Daily Stories): The Storms that we didn’t have to face at the time

Hey, hey brother do you remember when we were young we had no fear of anything? Hey sister do you still believe in the things that we dreamt that we would discover? It’s like our childhood never really happened but I still have faith and still believe in chasing rainbows because storms don’t last forever remember. 

We can hold our hands together through this storm forever we just need to remember to hold our hands through this together.  Hey mother am I making you proud or could I do better in what I’m doing now? Hey hey father there’s weight on my shoulders but I know it’s not over because I still have the faith and still believe in rainbows. They haven’t crush me completely because this storm doesn’t last forever  just remember we can hold our hands together through this storm. 

So spread your love and give it all you got remember to keep your head held up high and don’t give up. Hey brother, sister, mother, father everything will be okay don’t give up we will keep our heads held high because this storm won’t last forever just remember that we can hold our hands together. Even through this storm we can spread our love to everyone; give it all you got, hold your head up high and don’t give up because spreading your love will get us through this storm.

Sunday Special: “Everybody Hurts” – Story Based

When the day is long enough for you as the night but the night isn’t yours alone; when you’re sure you’ve had enough of this life, well hang on. As you stare up at the ceiling in the dark but don’t let yourself go because everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes. 

Sometimes everything is wrong but now it’s time to sing along when your day is night alone; even if you feel like letting go just hang on, yet you think you’ve had too much of this life can you hang on because everybody is hurting but take comfort in your friends as everyone hurts but don’t throw your hand on no.

Don’t throw your hand like you feel like that you’re alone or feel alone because no no you’re not alone; you’re never on your own in this life even if the days and nights are, you may think together has too much of this life to hang on and everybody hurts sometimes everybody cries. 

Just hold on tightly to my hand because you are not alone.

Sunday Special: “Guilty” – Story Based

I’ve been a criminal I’ve made a mistake by believing in the fictional let everything slip away to which I didn’t accept my faith. I thought the alternative looked so crystal clear drowned in the muddy waters and I’m living in my worst fears begging you back through tears. 

You had this picture of me and now that I’ve shattered your dreams but I know the drill and I know the truth and it kills me. Yes I’m guilty for doing it so don’t come near me the one thing I’m good at is messing up is messing up somebody else; I know that I’m guilty turning sweet love into poison, and I got the scars if you talked about hurting yourself I’m just guilty as hell. 

I’ve sitting here all alone as my defence down wishing that I could be home locked myself out knowing that it’s my fault. Grazes with added salt with the thought I would be okay without you and I; now that I realise it was all just an awful lie take me back I might just die, you had this picture of me and now I have shattered your dreams and I know the drill and I know the truth and it’s kills me inside. 

Ive should of known that I could not go on here without you; instead of walking away knowing that I’ll feel terrified, I know I was wrong now I’m hurting myself but I wish I knew please could you take me back I don’t want to believe this is goodbye. Yeah I’m guilty don’t come near me one thing I’m good at is messing up somebody else but I’m guilty as hell.

Sunday Special Topics: I think my life is like a rock!

You’re probably thinking why is she comparing her life as a grey rock; I can answer you that it was the wrestler turned actor Dwayne “The Rock” what’s his face name gave me the idea for the title as I just saw his picture on something, I was contemplating about my life like I do most days and I was just like I just want to hit someone or some people with my rock or a brick because they annoy me to the point of they needing one thrown at them. By the way I wouldn’t do that anyway neither should you in the first place. Good thanks for the promise. 

Sometimes I rather just lay underneath my rock and just stay there. Don’t want to come out or nothing because what’s the point in life if there’s not much to do or anything loads of thoughts in my head. I rather just hide away in my cosy rock that I call “home” or “my comfort rock” not sure how a rock can be comfy but you can give it ago.

I find that people who come across me think I’m bubbly, funny, find it more funny that I say it how it is, relaxed and etc. At the best of times can’t work me out if I’m dead serious or not until I crack a smile of I just got you and burst out laughing. When I’m not myself and burst out crying they don’t even know what to do with me because I’m normally like the bubbly person to be around. You know they are trying to help but never know what to do. 

I’m like it’s fine I’m just having a blip and the next minute I’m mucking about and having a laugh with everyone. I always find away of knowing how to bounce back when I’m having one the blip moment. Yeah my life is like a rock that I just want to throw one at someone, stay underneath or just crumble that’s basically my cycle my routine if you like to call it. Just had to double check the correct spelling of grey if I had the right one for the my britishness and it’s says “grey” and “gray” are accepted in English language so it doesn’t matter which word I use it still same word and meaning. Just the US prefer to use “Gray” in their English language. Fun fact for a Sunday. 

Sunday Special Topics: “By The Time” – Story Based

Don’t wake up. Won’t wake up can’t wake up. No don’t wake me up. It’s the early morning as the lights flick on sleepy eyes peek through the blinds at something wrong; motionless remains the mess of someone who has been crying it’s such a shame, such a beautiful beautiful young life disappearing right before your eyes. By the time I’m dreaming you’ve crept out on me sleeping I was blissfully unaware what was happening. Tell me how am I suppose to care if you don’t wake me to check it out.

Don’t wake up. Won’t wake up. I can’t wake up no don’t wake me up. I blame myself for your death and our child. A trail of bloody clothes of the 2 year old why did you both have to go and me behind; if it wasn’t for you’re screams waking me up I wouldn’t off known what was happening before it was happening, the dream that I had wasn’t so blissful at all.

Tell me how am I supposed to care if I hadn’t let you go in my arms it could of been different now I’ll never know. I didn’t get the chance damn the person who killed you but I will find them make sure what they have done to you is real. If you could forgive me Lord and look after the love of my life and my child to keep them safe better than I could.

Sunday Special: “Can’t fight the moonlight” – Story Based

Under the lovers sky that I want to be with you when no one is going to be around but if you think that you won’t fall just wait until you the sun goes down. Underneath the starlight there’s a magical feeling so right it’ll steal your heart tonight. You can try to resist for not being mad at me or come saving me when I’m crying even when you’re trying to hide your kiss when you bury your head in my hair.

You know that you can’t fight the moonlight in the deep dark night sky but you’ll surrender your heart because you know that you can’t fight it; it’s going to get to your heart as there’s no escape from the love once the gentle breeze that weaves in and out of your heart, no matter what you think of me it won’t be long until I’m in your arms underneath the starlight being lost in the rhythm of the stars.

Tonight it feels so right for stealing your heart. No matter how much you fight it and no matter what you do he night will finally get you so don’t even try because you will never win with the starlight or the magical feeling as it’s going to steal your heart tonight.


Sunday Special: “Fix a heart” – Story Based

As Jesus’s mother Mary sat next to me on the hill by the cave that once laid Jesus behind a rock; no matter if I believed in him or not she knew that I need someone to hear my broken heart, as it was screaming out in pain because it was never been in so much pain and it wasn’t going to fix anytime soon. “It’s probably what’s best for you I only want what’s best for you” she told me I knew that I wasn’t best for you then your stuck because I’ve tired to sever ties and I ended up with wounds to bind.

It’s like you’re just pouring salt in my cuts to make it more stingy for me to endure. Yet I just ran out of band aids I don’t even know where to start to explain to Mary what’s gone on because you can only bandage the damage but you can never really fix a heart.

Even though I knew what’s wrong but how could I be so sure because you never know what to say what you feel; I must of held Mary’s hand so tight as I didn’t have the will to fight I guess I needed more time to heal, you must be a miracle worker swearing up and down like you could fix what was broken. Jesus please don’t get my hopes just tell me how could you be so cruel?

You never knew how to fix people it just causes more pain; you never there when I needed you, now you think as you’re mother is here you think it’s okay to pour salt on my cuts but you couldn’t never really fix my broken heart.