Hi friends, Long time no “see”. I hope you are doing well. I hope you are feeling a sense of safety, wellness and love. I am not doing so well, with no surprise to mental health professionals. And I am trying. I am finding my way to live with a collection of complex post traumatic… Read More: Tough Season »
Hello my friends, Hi from your mental health advocate. What are some behavior changes you are implementing to best care for yourself? My unusually high level of anxiety has led me to cut out caffeine, processed sugar and alcohol. I am doing the right things. My anxiety is still sky high. The lesson I am… Read More: Bye! Limiting Beliefs »
I am deeply ashamed. Ashamed of being me. Never good enough. Often scared and anxious. Always grappling with the meaning of existence. What am I to do with this heartbeat? How do I join the ocean and find a sense of belonging? What can I do to stop the pain? In my head, there is… Read More: Shame, Shame, Shame »
To be or not to be continues to shapeshift into a new puzzle. It is not smart to ponder such a question in the depth of depression and anxiety. Alas, I have no place to run but face this utterly human question. Writing might be helpful. The pandemic has made the past present; reality sharp… Read More: Begin Again »
Sweet humans, How have you been? What’s happening in your day-to-day life? Anything good and difficult? These letters I write to you is slowly becoming a form of documentation of my life. Something I did not plan. Something that pushes me towards the edge of honesty. My head still burns. Darkness and heaviness of my… Read More: Eat Something »
Hi there, I am writing to you from my friend’s dining table. The sun is torching in Texas. It is hot and humid. My friend doesn’t like AC, so I am also writing to you in my own sweat – quite miserable and happy. There will always be writing to return to. How have you… Read More: Notes from Texas »
Hi there, Are you up working, thinking, or are you reading? Are you by yourself? Who/what is next to you? I am up writing. Next to me is my pen, my depression, my journal and my phone. I feel steady enough to write to you today. That makes today a great day. I also climbed… Read More: Love Heals. I Am Ordering More. »