“Mother Nature” Fiction. Based on a True Moment In Time.

“Mother Nature”

Fiction. Based on a True Moment In Time.

by Gracie

This journal entry is inspired by true events. Some of the characters, names, businesses, incidents, and certain locations and events have been fictionalized for dramatic purposes. Any similarity to the name, character or history of any person is entirely coincidental and unintentional.

Trigger Warning: our program often motivates people to discuss their trauma. If you find yourself feeling overwhelmed, please, take a step back to address emotional flashbacks and trauma before continuing to push yourself. If you are experiencing a medical emergency, call 911 or the National Suicide Hotline at (1-800) 273-8255.

Mother Nature always inspired me

whenever I feel as if the world is falling down,

I go outside to be immediately filled with hope.

I love feeling the wind in my hair.

sometimes I can almost feel the knots form but I never care, let it blow.

I love feeling the sun on my skin, 

sometimes it burns me a little, 

even then I feel like it makes me glow. 

I love listening to the breeze and how it makes the leaves move, 

I love seeing it too. 

How leaves sometimes fall due to the harshness of the wind 

yet they continue flowing. 

I even love the cloudy gray sky and the rain. 

While sometimes those days I want to stay in, I love them. I love being bundled up. 


My favorite place in the whole entire world is the beach. 

I’m fascinated by it, 

how calming and peaceful it can be, 

how dangerous and mysterious it is. 

When I had my first session with my therapist, 

she told me to visualize a happy place. 

There I was, on the beach, with my hands digging into the sand 

and the waves crashing on my feet. 


Yet, now she’s the reason I’m terrified to go outside. 

I get it, she’s mad. 

We’ve been hurting her and we continue to hurt her. 

We don’t take care of her as well as she takes care of us. 

I don’t know what signs humanity needs to realize that what we’re doing is not right. What we’ve started to do is not enough, we need to do more. 

But even if one person can start to change their horrendous habits, 

one is not enough. 

If we all get together and change our habits, is it enough? 

Are we not too late?


The world is so big and resilient, but it wants life back. 

We have slowly taken the life of what gave us life. 

We have abused it, 

sometimes unconsciously, but we continue to do so. 

Every single day, it breaks a little more. 

We continue to hurt it. 

It wants control back. 

It’s slowly hurting us back. 


You’ll listen to Mother Nature 

when you’re swimming in garbage because there is no place to put it. 

You’ll listen to mother nature 

when you can’t eat fish anymore 

because the toxins from the plastic you use have contaminated them. 


You’ll listen to Mother Nature 

when you’re hospitalized

because your lungs don’t know how to make the pollutants into breathable air. Sahara dust, 

diesel smoke, 

gases from factories,

our own cars, 

smoke from wildfires.

Your lungs don’t know how to take it in anymore. 


You’ll start to listen to Mother Nature 

when the ground beneath you starts to shake,

everything around you tumbles down. 

Your favorite books have landed on the floor.

The news says the shakes will continue; aftershocks they call it. 

You don’t sleep for three full days, because it does not stop shaking 

and every aftershock sends you into a panic attack. 

Your heartbeat is so fast and strong that you start to think it’s an aftershock. 


You’ll start to listen to Mother Nature 

when one of the biggest hurricanes hits your country. 

You’re left with no nature, 

just sadness all around you. 

Trees, lamp posts, and bridges are torn apart. 

Food is scarce and you eat two times a day to ration it. 

If you’re lucky, you get to shower with real water that day,

maybe find a river or such. 

If not, your resource is dirty water 

that you had to clean with Clorox or boil beforehand. 

Communications are down, 

if you’re lucky you get a call from your grandmother 

and know that she’s okay. 


All this is happening. 

So, listen. 

Do your part. 

Before it’s too late. 


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