It’s been a long couple of months since my last blog. Trying to find a way to swim through the ocean of pain has been a challenge, but I think I’ve finally found a current to carry me to shore. I struggled with being medicated for this depression of mine. A daily routine of medication... Continue Reading →
Morning Mist is a poem I wrote in a moment of mourning that sprang up on me by simply looking at a painting. I had a total of 5 minutes to get it all down and this was the final result. I found it in my old emails this morning and thought I would share it with you.
I’ve been thinking about writing this now for days. I have thought diligently about the words I would type out on my white, electronic canvas, only to decide that it would require too much energy to actually move my fingers enough to get the thoughts organized into a cohesive document. After several hours of struggling... Continue Reading →
Well, it’s only been about ten days since I’ve taken to the keyboard on this here blog, but apparently, ten days can leave a path of destruction in this little life of mine. Most of the time, my life is like the little house on the prairie: set back far from the dirt road, nestled behind some big trees and tall fields of grain, surrounded by serenity, love, and the laughter of my family.
June 22, 2017 I wonder sometimes if you’ve met her yet. I wonder if she’s still a perfect little girl and if she would cling to you the way a child would normally cling to their mother. I’ve separated myself from that life, he doesn’t seem to care much, but I can’t help but wish... Continue Reading →
If you’ve ever traveled out of your home state, or country if you’re the international traveling type, you may or may not have noticed how different the sky looks from place to place. For me, it’s the first thing I notice. When I go to the mountains, I notice the difference more at night. The... Continue Reading →
I never realized it until recently (or maybe I refused to believe it), but I have been dealing with depression most of my life. My mother also went through a major depression when she was right around my age. Hers affected her differently: she slept for months. My grandmother also went through some depression, so... Continue Reading →