Last night I ran into someone that I hadn’t seen in a while. I knew I would be running into him and I was hesitant because the last time I heard from him, he was bad mouthing me. It hurt back then, especially because I thought we were friends. But, I figured he would be… Continue reading Power struggles.
Oh 2018, you did a number on me. I cried a lot. My heart ached so much at times that I didn’t know how I was going to recover. I said quite a few “goodbyes” and once or twice, felt as though I was completely unraveling. There was confusion, doubt, despair, desperation, anxiety and fear.… Continue reading Fragile and fierce.
It’s the most wonderful time of the year! Or not. It should be. I get that. But for me, I just can’t wait for it to be over. There are a million reasons to celebrate, but I’m crying more than ever. I’ve had more panic attacks in the last two weeks than I have all… Continue reading All I want for Christmas is for it to be over.
I haven’t written much lately. I guess I haven’t felt inspired. But whenever this happens, I know that if I just give it some time, the universe will speak to me and the words will start flowing again. I write a lot about my journey in finding myself and about trauma and how that has… Continue reading No love for the haters.
I'm making a vow, right now, to never use someone's past against them if they have made a conscious effort to be better. We do it all the time. Every day. Especially now that everything seems to be so politically charged. But at what point do we just let go? At what point do we… Continue reading Don’t you judge me.
I make fun of myself a lot. I do that because it makes me feel better about the things I’m insecure about. And because I don’t want anyone to really know that I’m insecure about it because that just makes me look insecure. Anyways, in recent weeks, I’ve gained a few pounds. OK, more than… Continue reading No, I didn’t let myself go. I just let go.
A dear friend of mine recently suffered an unimaginable loss. As we were eating dinner together and catching up on each other’s lives, her eyes filled with tears and suddenly she was overcome with sadness. She expressed that she felt as though she hasn’t had time to grieve properly and she just couldn’t understand why… Continue reading The healing in sharing.
An elderly man just left my office. He was quite talkative, and honestly, I’m kind of surprised I didn’t find a way to politely wrap up the conversation like I sometimes do on a busy work day. But I could see that he just wanted someone to talk to and he was cheerful and pleasant,… Continue reading Perspective.
I have always loved writing. In Junior High, one of my stories was published in a booklet called "Pegasus" (which I think might just be an Upper Michigan thing, but I'm not sure) and I thought I was a pretty big deal. I would stay up all hours of the night and just type away… Continue reading My free therapy.