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On the last day of school, Fiona brought home all of the binders and folders from her entire school year. And I knew to not even ask if she’d like to throw them away just yet. Because it’s too soon. The memories are too clear of those classes and what they and the people meant…
Due to the pandemic, the subject of mental health has been placed even more into the public eye. I feel we’ve finally been pushed out onto the stage and forced to see our humanity. If everyone was already experiencing unclaimed general anxiety disorder, thoughts of dying by unseen deadly bugs pushed us overboard. I told…
When I was in the deepest throws of my battle with anxiety and depression, inside a bad relationship, dealing with mentally imbalanced parents, and just living a crappy life, I was sure that if I just worked really hard all by myself, eventually, I would win this war I was calling life. I would practice…
Grow through what you go through. The best way out is always though. For me, the largest shift happened not because I chose for it to happen But because I stopped stopping it from happening. My story two years ago, The Fear shield comes up. It disallows all the work I’ve done prior to matter….
We’re in full holiday swing now and the mood is different than ever before. Because I’m different. Backstage at the Nutcracker night, I told the other mothers that I had been an ever-loving mess last year but I’m medicated this year. They laughed but this is my truth; I am a different person this year….
I felt like I was making great strides in growing myself last year, 2018. I was feeling more sure of what my creativity was giving me both personally and perhaps professionally. I offered up a Wholehearted Living piece to a writer friend’s blog. And I started to create my own theory on the inverse relationship…
Sitting on my couch in my bay window bathed in morning light, I just saw a hummingbird hovering outside the window. Midsummer will be buzzing outside soon and the oppressive heat has broken for the moment. I heard the daughter go back to sleep above me in her bedroom. Sigh. I have emerged from an…
I’ve been searching for myself again recently. I catch glimpses of me in others’ words and in my blog posts and what I feel. That wax and wain of self knowledge, understanding, and love seems something I should be used to already but I’m not. I often sit back and spend time envying others for…
