Mom, Runner, and Mental Illness Warrior
Here I am. It's been a while since I sat down and unpacked some of my boxes. Not talking the physical kind. I am talking about the mental kind. I have filled many boxes over the years with all of my unpleasant thoughts and situations. I've started to unpack these boxes lately, and it hasn't …
Continue reading Unpacking My Shit
This is a daily struggle for me. Part of my mental illness is a feeling of worthlessness. I doubt myself on an hourly basis. I never think I am good enough. On my good days I can gather up the gumption to kick that thought to the curb. But dammit it's hard. When I was …
I'll be 47 in a few months. My body is starting to work against me now. No matter what I do, it's like I am moving through molasses. My days are already a battle with my brain. Now it's a battle with my body. I am still running. Still physically active. My body is in …
Continue reading My Body is Changing and I Need a Support Group
I received a fantastic pep talk close to the end of my 15km race on June 9th. It reminded me that even though I thought I had given up, that I could push through that last little bit and cross the finish line. Running is a coping skill for me. I can hash things out …
Friday, May 31, 2019. The inaugural Worth Living Mental Health Conference in Halifax, Nova Scotia. It was a day centred around hope, healing, health, and happiness. There were speakers (Keith Anderson, the founder of Worth Living; Ashely Quackenbush (DJ Scratchly Q); Ben Meisner; Kim Bolton Lamontagne; Shannon Leleivre; and a panel discussion). There was a …
I am pretty sure it's been raining for eleventy billion days. (At least that's what it feels like. There have been scattered days of sunshine, but it seems Spring has taken to hibernating.) I am a solar powered human. I need the sun to lift my spirits. Rainy, cold days are soul sucking demons. My …
I've talked about this before. How I chew on my fingers when I am super stressed or full of life cramping anxiety. Well, GUESS WHAT. My new meds have evened me out with my anxiety, but I still chew my fingers like my life is going to end, goddammit. I also had to cut my …
