It strikes me as odd to write a post about writer’s block, about struggling to write, and about not knowing what to write a post about, but that’s what this is. I have gotten into a routine since starting this blog, where I start drafting for Friday’s post sometime between when the previous week publishes … Continue reading When Words Fail
As I alluded to in the prologue to last week’s poem, there’s a lot going on right now. Thankfully, I had planned on PTO this week, though the original plans of relaxation, maybe some family fun time, maybe even a day retreat all were put on hold, because we got news that my grandfather is … Continue reading Busy vs the Alternative
This week held 2 very different anniversaries in my life. Wednesday, August 1, 2018 was the 2nd anniversary of my grandma (Grams) being called home to Christ. Tomorrow, August 4th, is my official 10th anniversary at work. Because of scheduling and whatnot, though my co-workers took me out to celebrate on the 1st. This led … Continue reading Living in Contrast
This week, in a very circuitous session with my therapist, our discussion ranged from what I did last weekend to what my friends group looks like, and have looked like in the past. To be honest, high school and college I socialized with far more people than I do now, but even then, my “close” … Continue reading Staying Busy and Relaxing
“A man talking sense to himself is no madder than a man talking nonsense not to himself.” - Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz & Guildenstern are Dead Sometimes, I “should” all over myself, and it leads to a noisy mess in my head. Let me explain. I am a naturally curious person, and I have a pretty … Continue reading Noisy Thoughts
“I'm so tired, I haven't slept a wink I'm so tired, my mind is on the blink” -John Lennon/Paul McCartney I’m tired. Two … Continue reading When Sleep is a Problem
“We ought to take outdoor walks, to refresh and raise our spirits by deep breathing in the open air.” — Seneca At my first appointment with my therapist, she ended the session by giving me a few basic self-care practices to start working on. I had just started back on my antidepressants, after realizing that … Continue reading Walking Is Medicine
Writing Out My Storms 