SperoVue

Step Into Hope

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Individual therapy for adults who are ready to create fulfilling changes

 

Call:

“How can I go on like this?”

The heart gives a voice to the heaviness 

A mind cannot describe.

So you open your eyes

Though it’s tempting to hide

Someone’s relying on you to provide.

 

You are the anchor in their ocean,

So you force yourself into motion,

Hoping someday they’ll look back and say,

“I have my wings, I’ll be ok!”

The Carousel of Self-Doubt

 

The day drags on, thoughts pick up speed,

A racing torrent of negativity.

There’s simply no stepping away

From this spirit mired in clay.

 

A vivid vortex of past mistakes

A million musings that cut and break.

Is there a purpose in such heartache,

And is there a pathway out?

Or have I complied to forever ride 

the Carousel of Self-Doubt?

 

Self-help is an interesting word,

But being alone feels entirely absurd.

Hobbies that were once adored 

Now merely just another chore.

 

Perhaps I could use a distraction,

Or hiding in work seems the most worthwhile action,

But every mistake

I never used to make

Keep on piling up. 

Why, oh why,

Am I filling from an empty cup?

 Trying so hard to  Hide it

                                                …but others can sense I fight it. 

Relationship strains,

performance wanes.

 

Desperately reaching for something,

Anything,

To drown the pain.

Exhausted and Wide Awake

Evening is advancing,

Paralyzing thoughts are dancing.

It’s even more inescapable,

But why am I not capable

Of simply falling asleep?

 

Bone-tired, weary, mired, 

And ultimately over-expired.

How long can I keep 

Swaying with these two eggs

Who never give me a break?

 

Guess I’m too busy shaking a leg 

With being Exhausted and Wide Awake

 

 

 

The way out.

I’m ready to put this behind me,

One giant leap for me, kindly,

Once and for all,

Build change that won’t fall. 

From the pieces that ever remind me.

 

 

I can feel whole again.

I can sleep peacefully.

I can live vibrantly.

 

 

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“The path of self-discovery is not forged alone.”

Sincerely, Your Brain

Hi, I'm Ryan Manwaring

…and I am a holder of stories.

But hold up, I’m not talking about those best-selling biographies you see neatly stacked on bookshelves.

 

And nope, it’s not about those flashy Hollywood icons either, with their dazzling lights and glitzy computer animated glamour.

 

No.  The stories I hear go much deeper and are far more profound.  They’re like hidden gems, untouched by theme music, fanfare, or any roaring applause by some frenzied audience.


And you know what? Most often, these stories don’t even need words.  They come alive in the silence, where emotions find their voice through the gentle language of symbolic gestures and a few heartfelt tears.


These stories aren’t begging for fame or competing for attention on social media’s crowded stage. Nah, they simply yearn for a genuine connection, a bond between two souls, where vulnerability blooms like a rare flower.  They are the unspoken battles, the quiet victories, fought deep within the sacred chambers of the human heart.


To hold these narratives, to cradle the essence of courage, resilience, and the raw beauty of the human experience-it’s a privilege that humbles me.


So if your reading this, know that I won’t pretend to know your story, what’s brought you to this very moment, and I certainly won’t try to predict the future or how the puzzle pieces fit together.  


But here’s one thing I do know, crystal clear: Your story is not over yet.