I used to think I knew a lot. About myself. About life. About other people. More and more, however, I am understanding that what I yet know, far outweighs what I do know. I see in myself and others, this overpowering need to have answers; this need to have knowledge, to fill in the blanks … More What we think we know.
It happened again yesterday. This overwhelming sense of shame that started in my stomach and seemed to extend itself until it encompassed me whole. Even my fingertips could feel the hot, white, burning shame. It was so real and evident to me that even though I was in mid conversation with someone I had zero … More The white, hot, shame of being SINGLE
Last week was rough. I have been staring at my screen for the last nine minutes, watching my cursor blink, trying to figure out how to explain what I mean by “rough”. Yikes. Now another three minutes have gone by. I better get my act together or this post will just be a play by … More #Littlethingsmatter Monday
My name is Mia Chard. I am a suicide survivor. I am not ashamed. This is the face of suicide. This is the face that the world always saw from me – smiling, happy, helping, loving. No one would have guessed that I would have tried to end my life. No one really knew the … More The face of SUICIDE is often a happy one.
I was driving to meet a friend the other day. I was listening to some music and zoning out, not paying particular attention to the lyrics. I was zoned out up until the point that a particular phrase was sung, that phrase was, “I believe that everything happens for a reason.” Fortunately for you I’m … More Everything DOES NOT happen for a reason.
So, today is my birthday. I don’t say this so that you will wish me happy birthday or anything – I mean, I won’t reject a nicely said happy birthday or any gifts you might wish to bestow (I love LUSH, Audible gift certificates, or really any kind of gift card 😉 ) but … More Gratitude, likes, and wishes.
Alone. I hate that word. Alone. I sometimes do that thing where you say a word over and over again until it sounds weird, feels weird – Alone Alone Alone AloNE ALONE Alone AlonE – sometimes, at this point, alone turns into “loon” and I crack myself up, feeling hilarious, because for a while now … More Are you running from your emotions? Yes. Yes I am.