family court, mental health, self-care

Weathering the Storm

Sometimes the Universe conspires to meet you where you are, push you forward to where you need to be. Two weeks ago a series of family court decisions rocked our house. While in the end nothing really changed for the time, we had hope and peace ripped out from under us and I think we… Continue reading Weathering the Storm

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“The deepest pain I ever felt was denying my own feelings to make everyone else comfortable.” - Nicole Lyons
culture, mental health, self help, self love

Teaching Him to Feel His Pain

I am doing research on suicide in the arts for suicide prevention week and was startled by the high risk faced by creative professionals. The rate is four times higher than the average population. One possible cause is the recurring rejection of a personal product, or yourself in the case of performers. Stress adds to… Continue reading Teaching Him to Feel His Pain

coparenting, mental health

Look for the helpers.

Late Sunday afternoon it occurred to me that I had heard nothing about Hurricane Harvey. That was all we’d heard about Friday and Saturday, the massive storm about to hit the Texas Gulf Coast. I found it odd that there wasn’t a prayer said for the victims of Harvey at church that morning. Though I… Continue reading Look for the helpers.

mental health, self help

“Even heroes have the right to bleed”

This week, I did not go to work, not because I didn’t want to but because I couldn’t. I am walking the fine line of keeping my shit together and completely falling apart. I know that, and I also know what my priorities are, which are different than they used to be. Work or a… Continue reading “Even heroes have the right to bleed”

community, culture, mental health

In Honor of Carrie

In the summer of 2002, I went through a crisis period. I was teaching at the college in my hometown when the weight of the abuse I suffered as a child came crashing down on me. I was completely consumed by “the work”. Every free minute I had was dedicated to writing, exploring, feeling. And… Continue reading In Honor of Carrie

coparenting, domestic violence, mental health, self help

What I Never Wanted

My parents separated for the first time when I was 6 years old. I didn’t understand what was happening. I was told we were moving and would be closer to Grandma and Grandpa. This excited me. I don’t recall feeling extraordinary loss at the time and it didn’t take long for my father to follow… Continue reading What I Never Wanted