A couple of weeks ago, I shared about my “itchies,” which have followed me over the years. In that post, and in a couple of other posts I’ve written in the past, I’ve also made reference to my history with picking (for example, in my first post and my first “Victories” post). Picking has often … Continue reading Scratching the Surface
I had started another entry for this week, which will probably be published next week, because something else came up that I really wanted to share, and sooner rather than later. On Tuesday afternoon, I had a fairly routine appointment with my doctor. As I’m sure has been fairly obvious to my readers, I’ve been … Continue reading On Meds, or Off?
As we were saying our family prayers this Thursday evening, I looked down and saw some sort of bug on my leg. I’m guessing a flying insect of some sort had wriggled it’s way in through a screen, or had come in with us earlier in the evening. However it came in, it was sitting … Continue reading Itching for Growth
If you’ve been following my past few posts, it’s been pretty clear that I’ve been struggling. Struggling with keeping on top of my healthy habits, struggling with keeping up with my writing, struggling against the pulls of the constant undertow of depression. Well, I’m over it. I’m tired of struggling, tired of reacting to my … Continue reading Reaching for a Fresh Start
My apologies for the late post this week. On Tuesday night, I ended up with a bad case of reflux that kept me home on Wednesday. It’s finally settling down, but it’s led to a period of reflection. I’ve had one other round with some reflux this year, and both times have aligned with certain … Continue reading Heartburns Past and Present
“Life is pain, highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something.” - William Goldman, The Princess Bride One of the things I have noticed as my meds started to take effect, and even more so as I’ve started working through a lifetime of issues, is that I am crying more now than I have in … Continue reading Not Just Sad: What I Feel (or Don’t)
“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
I could tell you that the beginning of this journey was a stormy night, March 2, 1981 at Kaiser Zion hospital, San Diego. It wouldn't be a lie; that is when I was born, and there's a good chance I was genetically predisposed to clinical depression from day one. But, even if the seeds of … Continue reading The Beginning