I wasn't planning to post today, but when I ran across two posts from one of my all-time favorite ADHD bloggers, I had to share. This site, Grief Happens, is a mixed bag, and although I started it years ago as a place to discuss grief and to work on my personal healing process, there … Continue reading ADHD and 18 Channels
On Friday, I read a post on my friend Dyane's blog that reminded me of a life-altering experience my friend, Tara, had several years ago. I do a lot of thinking about social media -- the connections, behaviors I see, the benefits, the drawbacks. I ponder how I prefer using various platforms, both personally and … Continue reading Facebook, Unfriending & Havoc Created: Part 1
I ran across a post on Facebook several days ago that I can't stop thinking about. Tim Lawrence sums up my numerous thoughts and emotions on grieving in this eloquent and thoughtful post. I could blast out THOUSANDS of words on the subject, and I could tell you all the ignorant and thoughtless cliches I … Continue reading Some Things Can’t Be Fixed, and That’s Okay
****SPOILER ALERT**** I will be discussing the just released movie Gone Girl, based on the bestseller with the same name by Gillian Flynn. I'm not planning to drop any major plot giveaways, but what I write will give you some ideas about the movie, so if you prefer to go into a film with a blank … Continue reading Gone Girl Reflections
I'm flitting from one thing to the next and can't land on one thing in particular. I've been engulfed, smothered, and consumed by a grief that I didn't know was possible. i picked up the phone Saturday around noon and heard my mom's voice, but it still feels like a dream. "Kitty's dead." I want … Continue reading The Ugly
I read this last night as I was about to sleep — my favorite part of the day lately. She describes so eloquently how I’ve been feeling the past few weeks. The comments are worth looking at as well. I know from experience that things will get better, but it’s not fun in the meantime. Anne’s blog and writing are amazing. I send love and light and hope she feels better soon.
Right now my favourite part of the day is the last half hour or so, which is the time I spend fighting the effects of my prescription sleeping pill. I get to ride this wave of sleepy euphoria, where the whirring, clanking machinery inside my head slows down and all of my limbs are loose and relaxed. It’s like being drunk or high, except that it feels very calm and safe — unlike other altered states of consciousness, I know that nothing can go wrong. When I finally do lie down, with the thought that I have several hours of blissful unconsciousness to look forward to, I feel everything draw away from me, my body suspended in a dark sea as I wait for sleep to gather at the edge of the horizon and then come crashing over me.
This is what I look forward to, from the time I wake up until…
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Sometimes I struggle with feeling unaccomplished. I don’t like to admit that, so I decided to put it out here on my anonymous blog. These feelings have invaded my psyche since having children, and they’ve made me examine my attitude towards success, more specifically, how I define it. My children are now five and four … Continue reading How Do You Define Success?
I miss my grandmother. Today I miss her little silver box. Sad but true. My own grandmother occasionally medicated anyone in the family who dared get a little "worked-up."She always kept what I now know as Xanax in a small metal container in her purse. No one ever would have guessed that the red-headed preacher's … Continue reading Granny Always Had the Best Drugs