I have finally released a book into the world!
Now I know I can feel all the feelings. I can live in the moment: It’s all ok. It’s all valid.
And if I let go of these mementos, what will remind me of who I am?
She is smiling at me, her eyes shining through the grime on her cheeks,but I’m the one that craves absolution.
I am learning to live in the “in-between” times.
2023, I’m thinking I’ll call the shots. I pick the music and you follow.
I desperately need healing this year. I need something to go well. I need it to work out. I need hope.
Darkness, like grief, a diagnosis, or an uncertain future is disorienting. We reach our arms out blindly hoping to touch something that will ground us.
I once spent the night in my own grave.
Think back to a time when you were afraid of doing something. Did you eventually do it? Who or why not? How has that affected you?
You don’t have to be struggling with your mental health to have days that suck. But that doesn’t mean they all will, that you do or that life does.
The stigma attached to mental health conditions is so pervasive that people who suspect that they might have a mental health condition are unwilling to seek help for fear of what others may think. Experiences of stigma and discrimination is one of their greatest barriers to a satisfying life. Family and friends are also affected by mental health stigma.
The thing about waiting is it feels you are at a standstill while everyone else seems to move forward without you. You are excluded, standing on the banks of the river of time.
Or so it feels.
What if, instead of (winning) streaks, we spoke of spirals? Designed systems that did not stretch into runways, but rather spiralled upwards?
When something doesn’t turn out the way I had hoped, I feel grief: it hurts, it’s scary and it’s terribly disappointing. And it pisses me off.
Okay. Here goes: full disclosure time.
When the way is dark and the wind is cold, Keep dancing.
When the air is thin and your chest hurts, Keep dancing.
Been feeling very hollow today. Have been full of self loathing comparing myself to others. Feeling paralyzed. Any tips?
The older she got, the more anxious I got. Maybe there’s something wrong with me, I thought. I just get too attached.
Having a purpose is like being “chosen”. And who doesn’t want to be chosen?
Every decision is a bet. And I am not a gambler. I like being in control. I like a sure thing. And deep down I believe that if I make The Right Decision, it will all work out in my favor.
How wise also to Know deeply the importance of remaining together. For interdependence is a fact, not a belief.