I've been struggling with a situation recently, and I'm not sure what to do. Two weeks ago, I told my therapist that I was done with therapy; I thanked her, gave her a big hug and left her office. It was somewhat impulsive, and I hadn't fully decided to break off the relationship until I … Continue reading Therapy Dilemma
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I’m Alive
I woke up this morning and decided that I'm ready to blog again. I went on an unplanned sabbatical and stayed a bit longer than planned. I think bullets are in order.Marriage -- oh, where to begin. Gil and I survived the holiday chaos and made it through stronger, or so I thought. The past … Continue reading I’m Alive
I Hurt Too Much to Blog
Typically, writing is healing for me, but lately it just feels like one more thing to do. I've been surviving each week by focusing on my kids and staying busy. I just don't want to be still long enough to feel the pain. I'm a big believer in working through difficult situations, but I'm trudging … Continue reading I Hurt Too Much to Blog
I recently discovered Tiffany's delightful blog. LOVE this post. Enjoy!
Perhaps I Should Consider a Muzzle
Occasionally I run out of garbage bags. My last one will be in the kitchen can and as I clean up one mess or another, I'll toss in my trash. As soon as I open the can, I'll think to myself -- Gotta get trash bags. This one's to capacity, and there are NO more. … Continue reading Perhaps I Should Consider a Muzzle
Big Thing #1
One of my biggest fears is that our friends and family will think I ended this marriage because of little things. Part of why I want to write about this is to help me gain some clarity. I still can't decide how to best move forward. Perhaps once I see the reality in black and … Continue reading Big Thing #1
Pocket of Pain
I feel emotionally hung over after all the writing and pondering I did yesterday, but the drunken haze is starting to lift and like some of my hard-partying college days, I'm ready for another night on the town. Talking about my struggles is hard, but once I start, I feel this relentless urge to keep … Continue reading Pocket of Pain
Grief Happens 