day 15 – compassion

Welcome to day fifteen of 28 days of Self-Love.

Welcome to week three! If you’re still here, be proud of yourself. So many people are not able to honestly commit to themselves and this is why true healing seems impossible. The thing is, we are all going to have bad days, but picking yourself up and beginning again, over-and-over is where the real magic happens. We can only heal in the now if we show up for ourselves and do so.

Let’s continue to cultivate the habit of Self-Love through creativity, breath, and gratitude.

compassion.  |kəmˈpaSHən|
a feeling of deep sympathy and sorrow for another who is stricken by misfortune, accompanied by a strong desire to alleviate the suffering.

“Love and compassion are necessities, not luxuries. Without them, humanity cannot survive.” —Dalai Lama XIV


  • Music Inspiration:  Bon Iver – Holocene


  • Day 15 Exercise: 

Grab that notebook. Check in with yourself here. How do you feel? Allow yourself to feel any and every emotion that comes to the surface. Free write for 10-15 mins.

Feel the joy, gratitude, laughter, but also feel the pain, anger, anguish. Don’t deny yourself any emotion. Every emotion is a key to healing. Once you see what comes to the surface naturally thank yourself for being honest and true to you. Try not to place judgment on anything you felt here. Instead, see through the eyes of compassion; Self-compassion and release any criticisms or labels as they enter your mind for what you’ve written. Let go and hug yourself again today.


  • Day 15 Create: Confessional Poetry

Plath and Sexton are two of my favorite confessional poets. They take moments of self and transform the energy into worlds of word art. You can take a moment to read more about Confessional Poetry. Then get that pen out and try one of your own.


Here is my creative work as a result of today’s exercise:



Confessional Poetry:


The narrative of my flesh
is erupting now,
and I cannot pull
the stars any closer
toward my mouth.
So I swallow whole
the entire night sky
and flee with only
of foreign moons
and tears of crystal
ache; an afterbirth
of a life expelled.
a life with confines
and constraints
that I choke back
there is no other way
this script is coded
in skin, and breasts
and hips, lips of love
have leapt and I’ve
nothing left—
The narrative of my flesh
is erupting now.

Love and Ink,

I invite you to share your poems in the comment section below or link to a blog or personal website. Read and comment on others. Introduce yourselves. Get involved. I’m excited to see what all you lovely souls have created.

Through the eyes of compassion, love is possible! See you back here tomorrow with another day of Self-Love.

21 thoughts on “day 15 – compassion

  1. I’ve loved you with a heart so true.. You have someone you loved too. I always know when you’re with her… I pretend not to care, never say a word. My feelings are buried deep inside… too afraid to show you, so ashamed I hide. I was always sure you could see it in my eyes. 

    No, I know, I’m the one who lies…
    Yes, I know, anything we had now ends… 
    No, of course not, we will never be friends.

  2. I have found love and lost,
    laughed then cried,
    said hello and goodbye.

    I have known death
    a thousand times.
    The kind that comes, while still alive.

    I have been broken,
    to pieces that carved scars
    deep within my bones.

    I have known how it is to hurt.
    To have wounds unhealed.
    Though I try my best to forget.

    I have learned that feelings have sounds.
    and it comes from every heartbeat,
    Sometimes deafening, sometimes soft.

    Now I control the volume
    and have learned to filter the noise.
    Silence now is my soul.

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