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?
There is nothing that I love to hate more than positive affirmations; well, that and mirror selfies … my only problem with that being that in this scenario I couldn’t get a picture of my hated positive affirmations that were taped to a mirror without falling victim to the dreaded mirror selfie. So, I … More I LOVE negative affirmations like, “I HATE positive affirmations.”
I’m pretty sure I’m old. I don’t feel old but I’m pretty sure I am because never did I believe I would start an essay with the line, “When I was young …”; well, we can’t all stay young forever, so, here goes nothing – or here goes my youth – you decide: I can … More What texting during church taught me about judgment.
Hi. I love you. I really do. I would venture to say that 80% of friendships are with you and those relationships I count as some of my finest. I’m thankful each day to be associated with you, to learn from you as women, to grow vicariously through you as you share with me your … More To the wife or mom that gets uncomfortable or embarrassed for me when I talk about the pain I feel in being single:
I asked someone out this weekend. He said no. It’s an awful feeling to put yourself out there and then have the risk not be rewarded, to feel a keen sense of rejection and try not to let that affect you. When it comes to relationships, I am familiar with this type of rejection, … More What do you SEE in your reflection?
Depression. What do you think when you read the word? Here are some of the guesses I have of what could have crossed your mind: sad, over used, weak, hard, real, pathetic, alone, get over it, all in your head, black hole hopeless, etc. ; or possibly it was a person that came to … More Depressed people are allowed into Amusement Parks too.
I love language. I love the power that can come in the right word, the right phrase; how one can be reading or listening to music, or even talking with a friend and the right words come together in a way that one is caught off guard and pleasantly surprised. For me, it often feels … More Trauma. Loss. Courage. Compassion.
For as long as I can remember, my dad and I have had a game that we play while driving. It normally begins when the weather starts to change, when it gets cooler. It’s been a long time since I have played it, but every now and then I’ll catch myself thinking about it and … More Holding on. Letting go.
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