A Moment of Gratitude

Well hello there. This one is from the road as I am currently on vacation visiting with family on the other side of the country. I'm also a day late from my usual schedule, but I've just been having so much fun stopping to write seemed like work that I wasn't prepared to do until… Continue reading A Moment of Gratitude

Tips for the Supporters

It’s like that feeling you get when you’ve almost rear ended someone in traffic, your whole body is tense and vibrating at the same time. Completely out of your control. Leaving the house to check the mail seems like solving world peace. One day you awake two hours before the alarm, ready and willing to… Continue reading Tips for the Supporters

When to say No

Ever have one of those days when despite your better judgement you find yourself becoming more and more upset about something out of your control?  You can feel your blood pressure rising, your face becoming flush and no matter how many deep breathing techniques you try to remember there is no stopping this train?  This… Continue reading When to say No

The Language of Depression

I did it again.  I woke up disappointed in myself, and my progress this morning.  Fortunately these days are becoming fewer and far between, but these days still exist and I’m sure you can relate.  You were having a good day, a better than average day, and you think because you’ve had the handle on… Continue reading The Language of Depression

Working with Professionals, Part 1: Hey Doc, What’s Up?

Part one in my series "Working with Professionals". This time a look into relationships with doctors. Facing illness both physical and mental comes with its own set of challenges. It can be scary and frustrating and difficult at times. With the right communication, it can also be rewarding.

To My “Other” Mom

This isn’t one of those hidden message posts, a chance to learn from your decisions in life.  This one comes purely from gratitude and love. Photo by Paweł L. on Pexels.com I’ve mentioned before that my “family” consists of my Dad, my “Mom” (step-mom) and my younger Brother.  What people don’t understand is that I… Continue reading To My “Other” Mom