Hello!

Hello, my angels, welcome to the world of Giggles the Poet. I hope that through me and the Poems God shares with me, you find a better perspective and more empowerment to stand up to the challenges life throws your way. I’m a Counsellor & Consultant and opened MOTIVERSITY-School of Mind Management to help align mind, body and spirit. Using the latest brain strategies and CBT Cogitative Behavioural Therapy.

We all have this vision of who we’d like to become, there are a lot of obstacles in your way. You might have mental blocks, emotional trauma or a certain kind of self-image that is stopping you from leaving your old stories and excuses behind… and finally become the kind of person you were always meant to be. My mission is to help you get from where you are now, to where you want to be. I am passionate about helping people get unstuck, heal their energy and get to know the true person that is waiting within. Become more empowered and CREATE YOUR LIFE BY DESIGN….

If you’re sick and tired, of being sick and tired, contact me and I’ll show you how to STEP INTO YOUR GREATNESS AND TURN PAIN INTO POWER!!! You are never alone, no matter how you feel. Take your life journey to the next level…

You can contact me at gigglescounselling@gmail.com

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Turning Pain Into Power

Medical Madness 1985-2014

Hello angels, welcome to my story. One I hope that will inspire you to become greater than what I had to live through……through this journey, I have rebuilt my mind and body, after 34 years of medical madness, I’m EMPOWERED AND EMPOWER OTHERS TO STEP INTO THEIR GREATNESS.

Silence Is Not Golden

They say that “SILENCE IS GOLDEN” But, nothing could be further from the truth. Silence keeps us unaware and hidden in the layers of society, as patterns continue from generation to generation without change.

I broke my silence in 2015, going online at Cosmofunnel to tell this story and met others with similar experiences with Neurotransmitters and .So often we are overlooked by doctors and our voices are silenced by medications…… BREAK YOUR SILENCE….and learn how to use the power of your mind and LIFE SKILLS FOR PILLS.

I recently put up a video that explains my poem…

Medical Madness

Old memories plague me in the darkness
And as they rear their ugly head
They only remind me of all that I’ve lost
My life, my freedom, and my children are dead
Dear God, please forgive my anger
For these many transgressions that I see
But all the madness that I have lived through
Almost got the better of me
I have no need for food or sleep
What I crave most are the sun and air
But, when I look out the window of my sanctuary
I see no signs of the truth out there
Dear God, it’s you I’ve turned to the most
For answers, for courage and faith
And as I read these medical reports of cruelty
Anger washes over me, replacing the hate
My Lord, I have, but five days to go
Can I hold onto the hope this doctor will come to my aid?
I can’t close my eyes; I can’t find any rest
From the pain these surgeons continually create
I see clearly such torture in one operation
And I shake with the echo of hearing my pleas
During this procedure, I felt what they were doing
And when I slipped into unconsciousness, fear followed me
When I woke up in recovery, I felt only doom
Because all I’ve done for so long was cry and beg
Now I felt something different when I turned on my machine
The current was not reaching my back but was running down both my legs
The first surgeon that implanted this medical device
Offered me a choice between paralysis and pain
And as I read these words again in my medical file
It leaves me reeling in sorrow, reeling in shame
Once again, I was sent back to my prison of silence
I lost the job that I loved and my friends of nine years
I kept searching for help, but no one would touch me
And each night I lay down, on my pillow of tears
It took three long years to find another surgeon
He said he would operate and put the wires in place
He smiled as he spoke and promised to help
I smiled back through my fear, as I looked up at his face
I believed what he promised, but I felt like a fool
As I waited daily in my bed for his call
Depression took over, as days turned into months
He couldn’t be reached; I was climbing the walls
My doctor’s husband took over and went to his office
Not leaving until he got my surgery date
Workers Compensation harassed me, wouldn’t leave me in peace
They wanted me back to work, and they wouldn’t wait
The day finally came; I had my fifth operation
Another stranger opened me up, creating a mess
When I woke up much later, I felt such foreboding
I turned on my machine, and I screamed from the stress
Something was wrong; the current was closer
But, it still gave me no comfort as it had done years before
I looked up at my doctor, and as I was being sedated
I wondered how I would get over being sliced open once more
Two weeks later, I was back for my next operation
I tried to prepare my mind for what was to come
This sixth operation was finally completed
I went home feeling gratitude for what he had done
Alone with my sorrow, my body felt mangled
I recovered slowly a few more years gone
I asked God for assistance in clearing my heart
As I tried to forgive the ones who had done me wrong
Five years passed, and I got lost in depression and pills
Now, I needed Workers Compensation to help me update my skills
The office software had changed from five years ago
And when I asked my adjudicator for help, but I received a flat “No.”
I was still in grave shock as I hung up the phone
There was no one beside, me I felt completely alone
I needed some hope I then called her manager
The kindness in his voice helped soothe some of my anger
I have paid into this system from the time I was ten
They cared nothing about me or the hell I’d been in
I asked them for help; their stoic response caused me shame
It seemed every report they wrote, said, “I had low back pain”
I questioned my pension wondering what that was based on
When I told them the truth, they treated me like a con
I asked them why would I lie, or pretend to have pain?
They paid me such meager wages; I had nothing to gain
These machines, they paid thousands of dollars for, electrocuted me twice
I know if it happened again, death would be rolling the dice
The adjudicator asked me nothing, and they cared even less
My depression got worse, my mind and body were a mangled mess
When I cried on the phone, they had no empathy
They said those were the rules; they had to follow policy
I had to hustle my body, even though I was a wreck
Other resources wouldn’t help me, and I would receive no cheque
It has been twenty-nine years and all that I know
Are the mangled scars on my back, things that won’t show
I still fight in a system that refuses to care
And each day I ask God, what’s the reason I’m here?
© Brenda Keough
March 13, 2014

A Poet is Born

In 1985 a Poet was born

God gave her life and by that she was sworn

Despite all the losses, a writer was created

By a world of perceptions as cruelty debated

Thirty-three years were not all a loss

God spoke new perceptions strength and faith were the cause

Now I’m back with a vengeance and God stands by my side

The tables have turned, and we have turned the tide

I hope God gives you more mercy than you ever showed me

All the crosses you bare must be very heavy

Now I end one chapter and we start a new war

And God will stand by my side to keep the wolves from my door

My only disability was living in society

And in 1985, that was all taken from me

So, I grew in isolation and I grew through the pain

And each day I trained my mind, a new rebirth began

Now I’ll be the Tsunami and I’ll take back my life

And end the injustice you caused others, ending the strife

And may God have mercy, should you go his way

Because when you take life from others, you’ll be expected to pay

© Giggles the Poet
July 19, 2018
3:00 p.m.

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