Hello there. Today was my 10th day writing on WordPress. I didn't get a badge, and I'm feeling a kind of way about it. I'm not saying that things like pictures of badges or streaks motivate me. I am saying that today was my 1025 day on Timehop and I just so happen to be... Continue Reading →
I’d like to spend more time focusing on my writing about meditation because it is the most important choice I have made in my life. I am not going to attempt to convert anyone to any religion because I’m not a religious person. Meditation came to me because of mental illnesses and a strong desire... Continue Reading →
Like a silent but deadly fart, I vanished without a trace. I don't know if that made sense. Anyway, I'm going through about 7 million things presently. Nothing bad, per se, but I really felt this need to shut up and get inside my own head. It's funny, 2 or more years ago, I probably... Continue Reading →
What If I Am Wrong? (Part 1 of 3) What If I Am Wrong (Part 2 of 3) I take medication to keep me stable, but worry that I am hurting myself more than helping. I meditate and write to heal, but worry that I am proliferating my own madness. I try to be an... Continue Reading →
What If I Am Wrong? (Part 1 of 3) Prior to the hospital, I was convinced that I was supposed to write and help others. I was convinced that if I wrote, everything would be fine. Then, I got convinced my ex was talking to me through music. I got convinced my phone was hacked... Continue Reading →
(Splitting this long post into 3, because I hate ridiculously long blog posts...) Those five words echo hauntingly in my mind. There is a part of me that wonders what I would be able to accomplish if I did not second guess myself constantly. I read not that long ago that people born under a... Continue Reading →
Delusions of Grandeur.... I've heard this term so many times associated with mania, and it never made sense to me. If this is a metric of mania, then I am manic when I'm depressed or completely stable. I'm a Mom. My delusions of grandeur start at 6AM, when I think that I will get 3... Continue Reading →
There was a time that I wanted to be a "perfect" mom. I structured my existence around watching everyone else and attempting to one-up them. Perfectionism and motherhood aren't great bed-buddies, yet most moms I know confess they are absolute perfectionists. Everything about me relied upon someone else's feedback/approval. I spent my life as a... Continue Reading →
Mental Health Awareness month has prompted me to start a new blog category. To be honest, it's been on my mind, because it is my mind. I've realized, though, over the past few months, that attempting to separate mental illness from being a Mom is like attempting to separate my left cheek from my right.... Continue Reading →
Black and white thinking has always been the bane of my existence. Ascribe it to whatever alphabet soup you'd like, but it's been problematic for me as long as I've been able to cognitively recognize words in my brain. It's not so much that I am so black and white, but I catastrophize (Is that... Continue Reading →
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