Surviving. Living. Thriving. Blooming. Words that I have used to describe myself in the past two years. But there is another one that is very prevalent. Daring. I have never really liked this word. Before, I would have never played truth or dare. It was too iffy, too vulnerable, too risky. I didn’t like risky. … More Sharing my truths and daring to live
The darkness makes me believe that it will never get better. Every time. When the darkness lasts for a day, a week, a month, a year. I am tricked into believing and accepting this is permanent. Winter is never going to end. The cold never changing. The days will be gloomy, gray, and long forever. … More Spring will always arrive as does the light
The pressure has been building. Slowly. Slipping in. The reality of my life. Divorce. Single mom. Sole responsibility. Winter. Depression. I guess I thought it would be easier now. Two years in. The pain more a dull throb than a hot intense burn. The hard doesn’t reflect how it was in the beginning. But it … More A pleading prayer from my weary heart
I fell in love with someone yesterday. Actually it has been happening for a few months. I just realized it now. I am almost giddy with it. I am smiling now as I think of this love. It’s me. I love ME. In college, I was so excited to branch out of my small town … More My Marriage Failed-And I Finally Learned To Love Myself
Why me? Why is this happening to me? What did I do wrong? Cause I had to do something wrong for this struggle to be happening to me. Right? Up until 21 months ago, I didn’t understand suffering. Why bad things happened in this world. Why people are subject to hurt, illness, pain, suffering, hardships. … More Why Me?
I don’t know you. But I know how you feel. I know what it feels like to be on the outskirts of the crowd. I know what it feels like to be smack dab in the middle. I know what if feels like to feel inadequate. Unloved. Unappreciated. Awkward. Alone. Nervous. Sad. Depressed. Anxious. High … More You are not alone with mental illness (Hope for those thinking suicide)
I got out of the shower this morning and looked at myself in the mirror. Really looked. I saw a tired woman. I saw the dark circles under her eyes, the extra lines around her mouth, and the stretch marks around her hips. I saw how the grief, hurt, and suffering has aged her body … More Holding onto Hope