I have spent too much of my life apologizing for various things: I’m sorry, but I have a question… I’m sorry, but I feel… I’m sorry, but I can’t do that… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t say sorry so much. I threw around the word “sorry” carelessly instead of reserving it for actions or words that necessitated a need for forgiveness Read more…
I’ll be the first to say it, it has been way too long since I have made an appearance on here (good thing you can’t see the guilty look plastered across my face right now). Luckily, the ushering in of 2014 has left me feeling ready/eager/desperate to write. It seems that the ushering in of the new year brings new Read more…
Accepting the diagnoses was more difficult that I had thought. Once I began the process of accepting the fact that I had anxiety and depression, it was as if it gave them more power. The drowsiness from the medication’s side effect didn’t help much either. A few days after starting the medication, I felt moments of normalcy that lasted about Read more…
The pressure was building even though I kept trying to convince myself it wasn’t there. I had mechanisms in place to keep things under control. I ran, spent quality time with family, associated with friends, laughed, cried, meditated, and gave attention to my spiritual life. All of the things you’re supposed to do, right? Yet several weeks ago, I found Read more…
