I'm thirty-seven years old and my crazy mother still screws with my head. Her most recent antics are affecting me in unimaginable ways and I have no idea how to shake her off of me. I need to do something because I'm slipping into the darkest depression I've experienced in years, perhaps ever. I know … Continue reading Why Do I Let Her Get to Me? Part 1
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March is a Beast
So much is running through my head today. In the last month I've been on the verge of a full-blown depression. I'm clawing and fighting to stay above the surface, but it's a lot of work. March is always hard. March 24 is the anniversary of my dad's suicide. Seventeen years ago, my mom and … Continue reading March is a Beast
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
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 