A reflection on goals from June and new commitment to success in July.
Is it coincidence,or irony,that during a time when I am intimately working oncoming to terms with the fact that I have been a motherless daughter my whole life,my own child decided to stop talking to me? How to put into words what it feels like carrying the grief that I do,of my own losses, disappointments,... Continue Reading →
What a morning. Well really, what a week. Actually - it's only been a couple days.This morning I worked on a new piece,I plan to submit it to the Emerging Blog Series on Mental Health @ Home.It took me three tries, numerous breaks, and 7 hours.It's not even that deep a piece,necessarily.But it is a... Continue Reading →
As we heal, we learn that there is no final destination in in healing childhood trauma; instead we realize that it is a daily choice that we must make.
Parenting after trauma is difficult. It forces us to really unpack our shit so we don't hurt our kids, or ourselves further.
It's been 2.5 weeks since my world flipped. A week ago I thought I was moving comfortably into the realm of acceptance as I faced all of the emotions that came with the suddenly change and how it happened. That's the tricky thing about bargaining. Not to say that I wasn’t dipping my toes into... Continue Reading →
Ironic I laughed at the irony when my writing prompt this morning said to write about what happiness means to me. Happiness has been fleeting for the last few days. It peaks its head occasionally, but in general – I have felt irritated and emotional. It started over a week ago with a facebook notification and has been compiled by... Continue Reading →