Unpacking My Shit

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 …

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My Body is Changing and I Need a Support Group

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 …

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Bluenose 15k

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 …

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So Here’s The Thing

I still have bad days, even on my medication. They do help, good gravy do they help. They keep me from going down the rabbit hole full tilt. They don't "cure" my depression or my anxiety. They never will. This week was a circus show. Work went sideways. I am as hormonal as all get …

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I’m Gonna Do It

This Tuesday, I start training for a 15km race. I am running the Scotibank Bluenose 15km route in June. It's been a staggered start in my running this year with illness and other issues. I will be glad to start a training plan. Glad, and extremely nervous. I know I can run this distance. I've …

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We’re Doing Okay

Things are going well. My daughter's meds seem to be working. She is slowly beginning to come back into the outside world, and I am very grateful. At the end of this week, we are off to sun and sand for a much needed vacation. After this vacation it will be a slow return to …

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What I Wish You Knew

In my darkest (and not so darkest) hours there are things I cannot say. It's not because I physically can't. It's because I am afraid to. If they are spoken out loud they become real. If they stay inside they are only my demons to deal with. So, when I can't say what I need …

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