I once dreamed of you, many years ago on a crisp fall day. I wasn’t more than nineteen years old and I had fallen asleep on the living room couch as the sun streamed in, catching the dust particles in the afternoon light, dancing and moving against and with one another. I remember my first … More To the children I will never have:
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.
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?
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?