I have been vacillating on what to write next. This is apparent by both my drafts folder-brimming with half hearted attempts at my next post- and my lack of publishing any of them. You see, I've been meandering through a labyrinth. Patches have been cloaked in darkness. Others have been slippery with self defeat. Areas … Continue reading North Star

Is this where I live now? This chaos in my brain? Yet again, I have started several posts and I have yet to finish one. I can't seem to untangle the threads in my mind to string together enough words to even form a cohesive thought. Maybe that's a goal I should abandon- cohesive thoughts. … Continue reading Healing is a winding road

I keep starting posts- and then stopping. Getting stuck in the chaos of my brain. The pressure to have some concise point. To be uplifting or introspective. When really, all I am is tired. And honestly, I think a little afraid of my own feelings. I began seeing my therapist about 16 months ago. And … Continue reading Reality Bites Sometimes

I recently used the really elegant and succinct sentence "vulnerability blows". I can't think of any truer words that have escaped my lips. Telling my son that I love him even when he's an asshole may be the closest second there is. I don't do vulnerability well. Actually, I think it has been a nearly … Continue reading Growth?

I feel the need to address the elephant in the proverbial room- I have been less than steady with writing. I started this blog with all of the fire in my belly and courage that I could muster. I was consistent. I was publicly working through my demons and personal insights. And then I ran … Continue reading All out of Spoons

I say "no worries" an awful lot for a woman that functions in a near perpetual state of worry. The state of anguish can range from a low thrum to a limit that nears paralysis. Yet, my go to response to so many things and people in my life is "no worries". It's almost as … Continue reading Crazy woman?

I wrote this post months ago. It has been sitting, protected in my drafts file. I thought I had become tempered by the routine of missing my little man every other weekend. The emotions I experienced just became part of the routine as well. They were expected. I began to wear them like an old … Continue reading Every other weekend