I slowly and methodically pushed the “post” button, uploading a raw photo of myself that I captioned “just me.” Afterwards, I sat there and stared at the ocean as it slowly washed onto shore in the fading sunlight. I had done it. I had shown the world what my soul really looked like. I was… Continue reading Just me
Your past is just a story. Once you realize this, it has no power over you. Much of this journey has required looking back on and, at points, reliving experiences in my life that were, perhaps, best left forgotten. I won’t lie, this has been very difficult at times. Overall, however, it has been a… Continue reading Reliving the past
Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending. ~ Maria Robinson ~ The New Year is upon us! As the year comes to an end, I am becoming more and more reflective. Not just on the past year, but on the past several years. … Continue reading Let’s agree to thrive and flourish
Be who you are and say what you mean, because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind. Dr. Seuss From the day I walked out the door, leaving my marriage behind, I have found that the experience still has a strong hold on my life and my perceptions. As time goes… Continue reading Fighting for a Better Me
Many people are born nurturers. From the time I was little, I wanted to take care of, and teach, things; baby dolls, stuffed animals, my little brother, and , later on, other people’s children. As I got older, that concept of “taking care of” grew to something much more. I felt the need to protect… Continue reading The Nurturer
Happiness can be found! That is the good news in all of this. But you have to want it bad enough to realize the situation you are in.
The days will turn into months and the months into years. The longer you subject yourself to an abusive relationship, the longer it seems it takes to recover. Now, I’m sure this may receive some push-back, but I’m going to say it anyway. I use the word “subject” because you can always leave. I didn’t… Continue reading The days, months, and years…
