I was twenty-one when I first moved away from home for a semester of college. It might seem late to some but for a young girl with no direction in life, depressed and suffering with anxiety and undiagnosed PTSD from childhood sexual abuse she had yet to disclose to anyone, this was a huge deal. … More “Get out of the van, Mia; Keep going.” – A 24 mile life lesson about not giving up.
“How many pregnancies have you had total?” the technician asked as lightly as if she had asked about the weather. I wasn’t prepared for that question. It wasn’t the question I normally get from medical personal; that of, “Are you now or have you ever been pregnant?” That is the question I am prepared … More The unbearable pain of Motherhood.
Life is sometimes lived on autopilot. It has to be. Can you imagine if you had a conscious thought for everything you did? One would literally drive themselves crazy. Our brains couldn’t handle all that we would need to tell them to complete a simple task; luckily I don’t have to consciously tell my … More The day I apologized to my hair straightener
“Parenting is the toughest job on earth as you are responsible for the physical, emotional, and mental development of another human being.” Dear friend, When I was thirteen I was with my parents and a couple of children my mom was watching for the day; we were driving up a winding canyon when, on a … More To the woman who told me my parents should have protected me from being sexually abused as a child:
I chose this picture for two reasons: I feel beautiful in it and my beauty isn’t taken away because of what happened to me as described in this post; and second, I wanted to be smiling and looking straight at those who might read this – I am not ashamed. **************************************************************** “It’s not what I … More Talking about hard things: childhood sexual abuse.
Three years ago I was in so much pain that leaving this world, ending my life, was the only way I believed the pain would all end. Last night I started writing a post about what got me to that point and I couldn’t complete it, I became too emotional. I will complete that post … More Tell someone you are happy they are ALIVE today
There is a disturbing trend going around. It’s out of control. I dare say, it is possibly the most threatening event of the first few days of 2016. That’s right, folks … I am talking about the use of “spirit animal” getting out of hand. I have recently heard on a TV program and … More Struggle with Joy
I grieve dreams. I grieve hope. I grieve for innocence and isolation. All that I grieve came rushing back to me recently. I was at my parent’s home and my mother wanted some help going through old pictures. It started out just great, I loved seeing myself as a baby, a toddler, a feisty little … More What do you grieve?
Ok, world. Here. Is. The. Deal. To all my writer/blogger friends: the out of control numbered lists of things we should and shouldn’t be doing has gotten way out of hand. Now, saying, “The 5 things you should …” or “the 10 things you should never …” is okay enough but the proverbial line … More 26 ¼ things to NEVER say to anyone who is single … or actually to NEVER say to a single Mormon girl … or better yet, to keep this really simple, just never say these things to someone who is single AND named Mia Chard.
I hate the words “mental illness”. They somehow say to me that my brain is sick, my brain is less than your brain, and as such isn’t good enough – is defective. Others might feel differently but this is me – I am not a label and I am not ill. I believe my … More Um … Should you call me fragile?