Doing What I’m Told . . . And Trusting God
I don’t even know how to begin this post. I’ve already started crying. But after talking with my therapist and psychiatrist they recommended that I write about it. So I’m going to listen and do what I’m told. We’ve all written posts about Sandy Hook, have prayed and done random acts of kindness in [...]
After Shocks
So . . . I haven’t been around lately, at all. Not on Facebook, not really on Twitter and definitely not here. And I’ve missed it all. But something more pressing has been keeping me occupied, and once it was under control, well I’d kind of lost my mojo. Again. You all know that all [...]
3 1/2 Years . . . You’ve Come A Long Way, Baby
September marks the 3 1/2 year ‘anniversary’ of my first stay in a mental hospital. July 2013 will mark four years. Each September, as the kids start back to school I’m flooded with memories of the day I fell apart and went in that first time. I was obviously a complete mess, but I honestly [...]
The Good Life
I had a doctor appointment today, with my primary doc who I haven’t seen in 2 years. I was there for a migraine. She looked me over, sat down and said, “Well, you have a nasty migraine, we need to break it. Other than this though, how have you been? I haven’t seen you.” And [...]
My Wish For You
You break free. You let you yourself become powerless. You find the power in that letting go, find the freedom. You recognize that you cannot fix, you cannot love it or control or organize it away. You realize that even thought you can’t do these things, you are powerful, courageous, strong, independent, intelligent, amazing. You [...]
When Depression Attacks
It did this morning. It freaking attacked. Or rather the aftermath did. I was a crying mess, sorting through boxes and bins in the attic and basement, raging at myself and this effed up brain of mine. I was full of self hatred, self pity, self loathing. I was convinced I would never be well [...]
Mean
Dear Mean People, Did tearing me down make you feel big? Did that feel good? Once I was on the floor, defenseless, were you then able to feel some joy? Do you realize that your words leave a trail. A paper trail, of sorts? A sneer leads to an off word, which leads to a mean word, which [...]
Where I Lose Myself
I originally posted this back in May. It’s one of my first posts, probably the most difficult one I’ve written. And the one I read the most. It reminds me of why I started writing this blog. I started it because I wanted to help. I wanted to tell someone, anyone, “You are not alone.” [...]
keep looking »



I'm a survivor. A warrior. A woman, wife, mom, friend, sister. The best 'me' I've ever been. I lost 2+ years to severe depression & anxiety & now I'm healing. For the first time in years I'm awake. I blog to let others know that you are not alone. I thought I was. I'm here to tell you I was wrong. Join me in this crazy journey of new life, laughter & love with my three amazing kids, my awesome husband & my crazy brain. 

