Am I Still Significant?
When I started writing this blog, I was in the middle of a severe Mental Illness Crisis. My goal was to share what it is like to live with an Invisible Illness. I desperately wanted others to understand what I…
Turning Anxiety Into Something Positive
Have you ever been told you’re ready for something, but deep down, you’re not so sure you are? Perhaps it was the first time you rode your bike without training wheels, or jumped into the pool without your parent catching…
When You Just Can’t Find Direction
I recently went on a road trip to Idaho with one of my best friends. We hit 2 provinces and 2 states in 3 days. It was a ton of fun, we drove a lot of miles, laughed lots and…
People Pleaser No More
There was a good month or so where I had extremely bad paranoia. I thought that everyone was out to get me. If I was driving and a vehicle followed me too long, I would take 3 right turns and…
Haven’t Seen it Yet
The one “problem” I’ve encountered with sharing my story for all to read is I get a lot more people asking how I am doing. When I first started blogging, this used to bug the heck out of me because…
Staying Alive IS Enough
A few days ago, I was scrolling through Facebook when something stopped me dead in my scroll. There is a Facebook Page called, “Staying Alive is Not Enough”. Now, please know that I am not here to shame a page…
An Army of Rescuers
I’ve been holding onto this post now for a while. I originally wrote it over a month ago, but felt in my heart it wasn’t the right time to post it. But today, I feel like it is right. I…
The Only Way Out is Through
When I first began Trauma Therapy, my therapist told me, “The only way out is through”. As in, the only way to heal was to go back and go through the feelings and emotions I’d neglected at the time. When…
Celebrating Small Victories Within Darkness
There are some days when the darkness is just so strong, it inhibits everything that I do. Sleeping is difficult, getting out of bed is difficult, feeding myself is difficult, staying focused is difficult, let alone doing all the things…
Fight On, Fighter
Wednesday morning I had a therapy appointment. I left feeling good, despite having to recall another one of my childhood traumas. I left with tears in my eyes, but was able to ground myself quickly with music and my journal…
