I know that the tone of my last few posts has not been my normal, positive, self reflective, encouraging, faith based self. Last night I discovered why! I thought it was the life stresses and storm clouds building, that was bringing me down. I thought it was the disruption of my schedule that the end of school brings with it that was causing me distress. … Continue reading What a relief….
You are so brave… In the past few months, as I have walked this path we call life, I have heard people say those 4 words to me each time I openly share with them the story of my journey with alcohol. Until the last week or so, I never saw myself as brave. I was just me, doing the best I can to live … Continue reading You are so brave….
I am Kate Spade. For those of you who know me beyond my writing, let me clarify. I have not ever considered suicide, but who knows what would have happened if I had not gotten help and stopped drinking. Kate Spade obviously struggled with mental health, whether or not she drank. I have struggled with alcoholism, also a mental health disease. Alcoholics drink to change … Continue reading Behind the facade….
Tears welled up in my eyes as I hugged her goodbye. They spilled over and ran down my cheeks as I whispered my prayer for the journey ahead. Trying to smile, I wiped the drops away as we parted. In that moment I was embarrassed by my tears but driving away I realized that showing my emotions, rather than keeping them hidden away, is a … Continue reading Illusions…
Yesterday I was feeling very isolated and alone when I shared my thoughts about celebrating birthdays. After reading my Post, several women reached out to me privately and confessed they had experienced many of the same emotions on their recent birthdays. I freely admit that after receiving their feedback and insights I felt much less sad and alone. When I am isolated with my heavy … Continue reading Not alone…
Why does any given day matter more than any other? How can we imagine one day will feel different just because it is the day on which we were born? How can we expect people to act differently toward us on one particular day than they do on any other day? Why do we even make a big deal about birthdays? It’s just a day. So … Continue reading It’s just a day…
Ding – Ding – Dong The descending chime of the text alert on my silent cellphone jars my attention from the book I am reading on the screened porch. The silence of this morning has been a gift to my soul. Sitting on the porch reading, I hear only the sounds of birds chirping and the occasional dog barking. Air moving from the ceiling fan … Continue reading The gift of this day…
