Navigating the difficult journey of loving someone with a mental illness is a daunting task, requiring more grace and resolve than most people think they're capable of. When we look at someone who has a physical illness or disability, we can see how cruel it would be to leave a person in the midst of… Continue reading When Someone You Love Loves Someone With A Mental Illness
This has been a long time coming. I didn't intend to get to this point. As a matter of fact, I thought myself brave for not even considering forgiveness. It took me years to work up the courage to get justifiably angry and once I got there, it never occurred to me that there'd come… Continue reading To The Women Who Have Hurt Me: I Forgive You
It wasn't what I was looking for. I'd been eyeing a used Chrysler Pacifica, but when we stopped by the dealership the Pacifica wasn't available. The salesman, an elderly gentleman with a slight lean on his right leg and a jaunty sort of walk, grunted that there was something similar on their back lot and… Continue reading A Goodbye To A Bad Car
I started having panic attacks in high school. I didn't know that's what they were at the time. I thought maybe something was wrong with my brain. I blamed them on lack of sleep or not eating enough for breakfast. Like clockwork they'd arrive, first period, about 20 minutes into the school day. I'd be… Continue reading Deep Quiet – Finding Calm In The Midst Of Panic
I never speed. I'm religiously faithful to speeding limits. I keep my hands at ten and two and scan the horizon for traffic signs and police. I'm cautious. When I test drove a sports car the salesman told me to open her up and see what she could do. I opted not to and instead… Continue reading The Space She Held
I struggle with breakfast. I have for years. I've tried to pinpoint when it all started to go wrong and at which point I just stopped eating in the mornings. Looking back I distinctly remember high school and the hell that was waking up every morning. At that time my home was an abuse and… Continue reading Starving For Love
I scroll past your vacation photos and a tiny part of me aches. Your suntanned children in life vests and floppy hats, sitting on your family sail boat, all smiles and kool-aid lips. I see the status update about the luxury tree house your husband made and I think, "Shit...I could live in that thing… Continue reading To The Mom With The Greener Grass
Reflecting on the things I've learned about my mother in the first year since her death.
Reminding myself not to put a price tag on quality time with the ones I love.
When grief takes on the form of a gnawing ache, rather than a sharp, stabbing pain.