NaBloPoMo Day 15: No Words


Grounding my body.

I have been thinking about the point where the body and the mind split.Usually I would never try to do that. I’m all about bridging the two, integrating, getting everything in balance.But lately I’ve been in an interesting space, where pulling the two apart is necessary. And it’s hard to find that point....more

Flashback Friday: My Brain is Broken

Let's take a trip down memory lane to the last time I had a really bad depressive episode. It's been over a year without one and that's an extremely long time for me. I owe it all to my anti-depressant and I couldn't be happier about it. January 13, 2014 me was not happyThis past week has been a long one....more

Living With a Psychopath (Impact on a Child)

We watch it on television. We read about it in tabloids. We become armchair experts on the subject, sometimes even joking around and accusing each other of being one. But, what is it truly like to live with a psychopath? ...more

The Problem with Calling Something Broken, 'Worthless Rubbish'

A couple of recent events impacting my life challenged me to think more about how quick we can be to deem objects of misfortunes - whether physical or emotional, accidental or planned - as damaged or worth less.If something, whatever that 'something' is, is become less than we expect, then we should throw that something away....more

Ways to Cope

I have been looking for several ways to cope with what I've been through.  As a child, I loved hearts.  My bedroom was wallpapered in hearts, my bedspread was covered in hearts of all colors, my mom made me heart pillows to match everything.  Who knew that one day, my life would be all about my heart!? Funny how things come full circle....more

Those Horrible Life Events That Play on Repeat When We Least Expect Them

It was a beautiful Saturday evening in June, and my husband and I had decided to get out of the house for a little while. I remember that we were walking down Main Street in Collinsville when my phone rang. He was carrying Sweet Pea's pumpkin seat in one hand, holding my hand with the other when I reached for my phone.I still remember the pain and urgency in her voice -- the one I knew too well, the one that belonged to my stepson's girlfriend -- as she tried to tell me through her tears that my stepson had been in a four-wheeling accident in southern Illinois and was being airlifted to a hospital somewhere in Indiana. Unfortunately, everything still remains crystal clear to this day - the instant worry that sent shock waves down my spine, my immediate necessity to be at that hospital at that very moment and my severe desire to know that everything was going to be just fine and that we would be coming home with my stepson, just a little bruised and battered....more

Real is the New Perfect, But is it Fair?

I hide away sometimes within the safe confines of my own mind. That’s not fair, is it? I tell myself it’s easier to sweep my thoughts clear as opposed to sharing every single whim, plan, thought, or dream with my husband. Why do I do that? I share most things with him. And still, I don’t bare it all.  Just last night we were talking about our future plans. He’s really betting on me and that’s scary, right? No. It’s actually quite the confidence builder. But certain things I keep to myself. I don’t think he’ll judge, in fact quite the opposite. I think he likes to encourage my crazy....more

Note to My 19-Year Old Self