A song that honestly expresses depression. Lana Del Rey’s work, is very honest. Love her or hate her, her music and lyrics are some the most honest out there. Reflecting life’s real issues.
I am a survivor of complex and multiple trauma and abuse, who at the age of 40, began my healing journey.
I am using my journey to recovery and healing, to help others, to help survivors feel less alone, validated, encouraged and to enable others to understand themselves more.
Complex trauma, particularly from severe, prolonged childhood abuse, is profoundly life changing.
Complex trauma produces complex adults.
The journey to recovery is a painful, often lonely, emotional daily challenge and it is my aim to encourage others in their daily battle.
~ Lilly Hope Lucario
5 thoughts on ““Looking for love, in all the wrong places” “I’m on my own again””
Give me all, got my blue nail polish on
It’s my favorite color and my favorite tone of song
I don’t really wanna break up, we got it going on
It’s what you gathered from my talk, but you were wrong
It’s not easy for me to talk about
A half-life in lost dreams
And it’s not simple, it’s trigonometry
It’s hard to express
I can’t explain
Ever since my baby went away
It’s been the blackest day, it’s been the blackest day
All I hear is Billie Holiday
It’s all that I play
It’s all that I play
Because I’m going deeper and deeper
Harder and harder
Getting darker and darker
Looking for love
In all the wrong places
Oh my God
In all the wrong places
Oh my God
Carry me home, got my new car and my gun
Wind in my hair, holding your hand, listen to a song
Carry me home, don’t wanna talk about the things to come
Just put your hands up in the air, the radio on
Cause there’s nothing for us to talk about
Like the future and those things
Cause there’s nothing for me to think about
Now that he’s gone, I can’t feel nothing
Ever since my baby went away
It’s been the blackest day, it’s been the blackest day
All I hear is Billie Holiday
It’s all that I play
It’s all that I play
Because I’m going deeper and deeper
Harder and harder
Getting darker and darker
Looking for love
In all the wrong places
Oh my God
In all the wrong places
Oh my God
You should’ve known better
Than to have to let her
Get you under her spell of the weather
I got you where I want you
You’re deader than ever
And falling for forever
I’m playing that game since
I got you where I want you
I got you, I got you
I got you where I want you now
Ever since my baby went away
It’s been the blackest day, it’s been the blackest day
All I hear is Billie Holiday
It’s all that I play
It’s all that I play
It’s not one of those phases I’m going through
Or just a song, it’s not one of them
I’m on my own
On my own
On my own again
I’m on my own again
I’m on my own again
I’m on my own again
Miss you Lilly. My husband is tracking all I try to write or do. I feel he thinks because he is doing things I am as well. And you already know I’m so not. I wish I could be a bird a fly far, far away. HUGS!
Healing From Complex Trauma & PTSD/CPTSD 
November 2, 2015 at 2:24 pm
Give me all, got my blue nail polish on
It’s my favorite color and my favorite tone of song
I don’t really wanna break up, we got it going on
It’s what you gathered from my talk, but you were wrong
It’s not easy for me to talk about
A half-life in lost dreams
And it’s not simple, it’s trigonometry
It’s hard to express
I can’t explain
Ever since my baby went away
It’s been the blackest day, it’s been the blackest day
All I hear is Billie Holiday
It’s all that I play
It’s all that I play
Because I’m going deeper and deeper
Harder and harder
Getting darker and darker
Looking for love
In all the wrong places
Oh my God
In all the wrong places
Oh my God
Carry me home, got my new car and my gun
Wind in my hair, holding your hand, listen to a song
Carry me home, don’t wanna talk about the things to come
Just put your hands up in the air, the radio on
Cause there’s nothing for us to talk about
Like the future and those things
Cause there’s nothing for me to think about
Now that he’s gone, I can’t feel nothing
Ever since my baby went away
It’s been the blackest day, it’s been the blackest day
All I hear is Billie Holiday
It’s all that I play
It’s all that I play
Because I’m going deeper and deeper
Harder and harder
Getting darker and darker
Looking for love
In all the wrong places
Oh my God
In all the wrong places
Oh my God
You should’ve known better
Than to have to let her
Get you under her spell of the weather
I got you where I want you
You’re deader than ever
And falling for forever
I’m playing that game since
I got you where I want you
I got you, I got you
I got you where I want you now
Ever since my baby went away
It’s been the blackest day, it’s been the blackest day
All I hear is Billie Holiday
It’s all that I play
It’s all that I play
It’s not one of those phases I’m going through
Or just a song, it’s not one of them
I’m on my own
On my own
On my own again
I’m on my own again
I’m on my own again
I’m on my own again
November 2, 2015 at 5:21 pm
Hello. That’s me still looking for love!
November 2, 2015 at 5:42 pm
I understand ❤
November 3, 2015 at 6:28 pm
Miss you Lilly. My husband is tracking all I try to write or do. I feel he thinks because he is doing things I am as well. And you already know I’m so not. I wish I could be a bird a fly far, far away. HUGS!
November 4, 2015 at 6:14 am
Oh my friend, I wish I could do something to help.
I will pray for you.
((((((hugs)))))
❤ ❤ ❤