I started to write when I was about 10. I would make up scripts for movies that I would pretend to star in. I would venture into the backyard and have an entire movie all planned out with imaginary characters and all. I’m sure my parents thought I was a little odd when they would… Continue reading How blogging saved me.
The high road.
Why are we so often drawn to toxic relationships? Why do we settle in and stay a while? Maybe it’s the challenge, the chase or the drama of it all. We like to mistake dysfunction for passion. Maybe it’s because we don’t know HOW to have a normal, healthy, loving relationship. We were never taught… Continue reading The high road.
Shame Shame…
I have been pill-shamed in one way or another for as long as I have been on medication. Countless times I have felt so embarrassed about the fact that I have to take a pill every day just to feel “normal”. The comments I have heard range from sympathetic to judgmental, but they all make… Continue reading Shame Shame…
Egg shells
“I spent so many years walking on egg shells….never doing or saying the right thing. One day I decided I’d had enough and stomped all over them. Those broken egg shells cut me deeply as I walked away…but this…was the most beautiful pain I had ever felt.” – S.L. Heaton For far too long, you’ve… Continue reading Egg shells
Be the girl you blog about.
Back to me. “Be the girl you blog about”. That’s what did it. I write so often about overcoming trauma, healing my heart and being a strong and empowered woman. One of my most popular articles was about becoming a bad ass. I’ve been talking the talk. I’ve been loving how some people may perceive… Continue reading Be the girl you blog about.
The branch.
I have always believed that the universe gives us what we need, when we need it. We might not understand the reasoning or the timing, but there are no mistakes. God’s timing and His answers to our prayers are always perfect, as painful or as wonderful as they may be. That gives me a lot… Continue reading The branch.
Seventeen.
Seventeen years ago today, May 17th, my dad got out of bed, had his morning coffee and went to work. He was walking the perimeter when a co-worker noticed he didn’t look quite right. He said he didn’t feel well. She urged him to go to the nurse on duty, and so he did. She… Continue reading Seventeen.
A letter to my sons.
My boys, There will come a day when you meet someone that you want to spend your life with. Or maybe you won’t be absolutely sure of it yet, but you’ll see the potential. When that time comes, there are a few things that are very important for you to know and do. 1) Help… Continue reading A letter to my sons.
Vulnerability (Part 2)
I’m almost ashamed to admit this, but I want to be taken care of. Isn’t that awful? How embarrassing! But true! I am a very independent woman. I always have been. I moved out at 17, had my own apartment, got pregnant at 20 and spent the next 20 years taking care of people. I… Continue reading Vulnerability (Part 2)
Shatter
I crave contentment. I'm desperate for it. My whole life I have been searching for it. A lot can be said about being happy. I am happy. But I'm not content. I love life, but I do not feel safe. My heart does not feel safe. I live in fear every day. Fear of being… Continue reading Shatter