I wrote this poem in May 2021. I remember sitting and talking to someone as these realizations hit me and I knew I was witnessing my own destruction. I remember writing this and feeling soothed and knowing that I was okay, even as I was being destroyed. I remember knowing that everything, including me, wasContinue reading “Destroyed”
Author Archives: Bradlee Zrudlo
Beyond the Breaking Point
In my previous post, I wrote about being at the breaking point. It was a post overflowing with the rawness of emotion I was experiencing at the time. Writing that post gave me courage to be with myself when I was so angry, disappointed and violated. It helped me understand that I didn’t need toContinue reading “Beyond the Breaking Point”
The Breaking Point
I’ve been feeling more of my power coming to the forefront of my inner world lately and it’s been wonderful. Today I had an experience that deeply insulted, offended and angered me. After it was over, I felt like I was in shock, and I needed time to settle back into myself. I was inContinue reading “The Breaking Point”
My humanness is divine
I wrote this poem in 2016-2017. I was having a really hard time bridging what I was learning about spirituality and what I hated about myself. It was through writing this poem and a few others that I realized I was resenting my “humanness” and was trying to rise above it. As I wrote thisContinue reading “My humanness is divine”
Literally overflowing with love
Living with chronic fatigue syndrome is sometimes at odds with who I am. I am a big hearted person who loves to connect with others, share hugs, give compassion and acknowledgement and more hugs. Being chronically tired means that I can’t always do that because I don’t have enough physical, energetic or emotional energy toContinue reading “Literally overflowing with love”
Shattered Innocence
Sometimes life is just so disappointing, so much so that one’s heart breaks and it feels like all the good inside has died. This poem is about those types of day. As I wrote it, it felt very sad and angry. As I kept writing, I felt like my shattered innocence was giving me aContinue reading “Shattered Innocence”
Unhinged
Recently something inside of me has opened up. Like there was this part of me I was keeping tucked away, in a locked box. I was just sitting outside in the sun when I realized that not only has the box been opened but it is unhinged. In my haste to open it and rediscoverContinue reading “Unhinged”
At the end
At the end – a poem At the end I am emptied out I am numb I am a shell of myself Is this bad? Is this the true end? Or is this the end of who I used to be? Of how I used to relate to the world? All of this death, theseContinue reading “At the end”
Reaching in, Reaching out
Reaching in, reaching out I see an image of me reaching in. Reaching inwards to the depths of my being, reaching to find myself. I feel myself stirring, awakening and stretching. I hear the giant yawn that slowly turns into a growl, then grows louder And louder Until it roars with the joy of itsContinue reading “Reaching in, Reaching out”
Shedding more than just my skin
Today, I feel like I am a snake who is getting ready to shed my skin. Except that I I don’t want to just shed my skin, I want to shed more. I want to shed my old, victim like ways. I want to shed this safe resting place that I have taken shelter andContinue reading “Shedding more than just my skin”
PhD in Being Me 