“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.
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?
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.
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?
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.
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.