Things are hard, and today I need to feel it.
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Couples With ADHD
Y'all. I swear. Some days all I can do is laugh...because really there are simply no words. Since I told you about my Lexapro flu in my last post, I'll pick up from there. I went for my three-week follow-up on Wednesday, and he convinced me to give Vyvanse another go. So far so good. … Continue reading Couples With ADHD
Down With the Lexapro Flu
Hello, Friends! It's been awhile. It's hard to write, work, care-take, AND get the fifteen-plus hours of sleep I need when I bite the bullet and go back on antidepressants. Since I last wrote, I had a promising appointment with a new doctor, and I've been taking a low-dose of Lexapro for three weeks. I … Continue reading Down With the Lexapro Flu
Does the Why Even Matter?
I've shared in previous posts that I'm slogging through what feels like a significant depression. I feel like I can't move myself and trudge through the daily tasks. The simplest things take what feels like a herculean effort, and lately I'm just not up for any of it. Then there's the anger. So much anger. … Continue reading Does the Why Even Matter?
Dealing With All the Past Life Fashizzle.
Friends. We have to talk. I need your help and input. I am knee-deep in my past life - in the form of pictures, wedding announcements, baby bracelets my children wore in the hospital. For the love of Elton John, y'all. It is getting so real in this organizing fiasco that is supposed to make … Continue reading Dealing With All the Past Life Fashizzle.
Out With the Old
The visit from the organizer has done a number on my psyche. It's jacked with my zen. Put a damper on my chi. It's been a week, and she left me with what one might call a manageable list. Except it feels like anything but that... I hate lists. Hate them. They don't give me … Continue reading Out With the Old
Writing Through the Unpretty
It's Friday...hello, call me Captain Obvious. I'm welded to my couch and have little interest in separating myself from it. This is the first day of the week where I haven't had to rush out the door first thing in the morning. It's been a busy one with no end in sight. So many thoughts … Continue reading Writing Through the Unpretty
Drastic Measure Time
I'm here, writing again. It's going to be painful, arduous, non-flowy. It always happens this way after a break. I haven't been okay for some time now. I mean, physically I'm okay. And really, I'm managing...but I'm far from thriving. The world and the lens from which I view it is that hazy gray color … Continue reading Drastic Measure Time
A Quick Check-in…
Hello, my dear Grief Happens readers. I've missed you! I'm fighting the urge to vomit out everything that's going on in my life. I mean...I want to share, but it feels like too much. Not too much in the normal way that I typically feel like it's all too much, though. This feels heavier and … Continue reading A Quick Check-in…
Bodywork, Yoga, Grounding
"You need bodywork," my wise friend said matter-of-factly. I knew she was right. This misalignment often happens to me when I spend too much time in my head -- working, writing, over-analyzing. But this is more than that. This is something that's been going on for a long time now, and something I've turned away … Continue reading Bodywork, Yoga, Grounding
Grief Happens 