I've shared in previous posts that I'm slogging through what feels like a significant depression. I feel like I can't move myself and trudge through the daily tasks. The simplest things take what feels like a herculean effort, and lately I'm just not up for any of it. Then there's the anger. So much anger. … Continue reading Does the Why Even Matter?
Friends. We have to talk. I need your help and input. I am knee-deep in my past life - in the form of pictures, wedding announcements, baby bracelets my children wore in the hospital. For the love of Elton John, y'all. It is getting so real in this organizing fiasco that is supposed to make … Continue reading Dealing With All the Past Life Fashizzle.
The visit from the organizer has done a number on my psyche. It's jacked with my zen. Put a damper on my chi. It's been a week, and she left me with what one might call a manageable list. Except it feels like anything but that... I hate lists. Hate them. They don't give me … Continue reading Out With the Old
It's Friday...hello, call me Captain Obvious. I'm welded to my couch and have little interest in separating myself from it. This is the first day of the week where I haven't had to rush out the door first thing in the morning. It's been a busy one with no end in sight. So many thoughts … Continue reading Writing Through the Unpretty
I'm here, writing again. It's going to be painful, arduous, non-flowy. It always happens this way after a break. I haven't been okay for some time now. I mean, physically I'm okay. And really, I'm managing...but I'm far from thriving. The world and the lens from which I view it is that hazy gray color … Continue reading Drastic Measure Time
Hello, my dear Grief Happens readers. I've missed you! I'm fighting the urge to vomit out everything that's going on in my life. I mean...I want to share, but it feels like too much. Not too much in the normal way that I typically feel like it's all too much, though. This feels heavier and … Continue reading A Quick Check-in…
"You need bodywork," my wise friend said matter-of-factly. I knew she was right. This misalignment often happens to me when I spend too much time in my head -- working, writing, over-analyzing. But this is more than that. This is something that's been going on for a long time now, and something I've turned away … Continue reading Bodywork, Yoga, Grounding
I'm wrestling with dropping words onto my screen in a conventional, orderly fashion. But I want to write. I ache to write, and at the moment it feels like the only thing that's just mine. It's also typically the one place I go to be raw, unfiltered and let the thoughts fly. But that won't … Continue reading Beauty, Brokenness, and a Little In Between
I'm gradually coming down from an emotionally demanding week. I could sugar-coat it. Explain my pain away and remind everyone that I KNOW things could be worse -- THEY ABSOLUTELY COULD BE WORSE. But sometimes I think people like myself spend too much time stuffing away pain, feeling like everyone else's stuff is more worthy … Continue reading Speaking Pain in Hopes of Alleviating Some
I haven’t written much about my marriage lately. My friend, Antoinette, and her three children came to visit a few weeks ago and when I mentioned Gil in conversation, she timidly asked, “So…how are you guys?” I took a deep breath and attempted to center myself before answering. I can be joltingly transparent and don’t … Continue reading A Holding Pattern