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
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.
This journey has taken me places I never expected. The obstacles and the detours have frightened, frustrated, and nearly destroyed me, but look at me now!
There was a time when I practiced yoga or pilates daily. When I stopped, I excused it as being a physical problem. I have had painful tendonitis in both wrists since I was a senior in high school. Many positions, like downward or upward dog, chaturanga, are really hard on my wrists. This is a… Continue reading Just a Little Further
I want to live my life out loud. I miss living my life out loud. For the year that I was blogging on a weekly basis about my journey to lead a wholehearted life after trauma, I felt incredible, as if I had been set free from the burden of keeping myself a secret. I… Continue reading Living Out Loud
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”
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
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
That’s how it started. Taco Bell at the PX in Wurzburg, Germany. Later that day, I took a dose of Dulcolax. After all, I had a whole box left. A couple of times a week turned to every other day which progressed from everyday to multiple times a day
In the United States we put so much of our identity on a career. What is the first thing you say to someone at a party? “What do you do?” I am guilty as charged. Our careers take up the vast majority of our lives so they are important. But are they meaningful?