A new chapter

I took a magnificent trip this summer.

It was not without its own difficulties. It was my first time leaving the country. My first time leaving my family for more than two or three days.

There were a lot of firsts.

I did not know how I would handle this trip. The growing, healing part of myself was ready to take this adventure head on. To prove to myself that I could.

The scared, anxious part of myself was worried. The What ifs?? were loud and present.

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…And it hits

I’m tired but, against my better judgment, I am staying up to write this.

The last few days have been traumatic.

It started in the middle of the night…those weird, transitional hours between Wednesday and Thursday. There was coughing. I felt my husband move out of bed and murmur. And then, a shaky scream for help.

I dashed out of bed, awake in a flash. I peeked into the bathroom…blood. Blood was everywhere.

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Acknowledgment

Writing has always been my outlet. It is my way of venting, of processing…of figuring out what I am even thinking.

Image result for growth quoteOne side effect of this, however, is that I tend to write more frequently when I feel bad. The emotions during tumultuous times need to be let out…so I hit the keyboard.

Lately? Lately I have been feeling a lot better. Not perfect. I have noticed spans of melancholy and I can easily fall back into old, not-so-healthy patterns. But, overall, my need to write has been less.

Today, however, that need felt big again. I felt that overwhelming desire to get on my computer and start typing away. I have something to say. Continue reading

The layers to my soul

I am a many layered entity.

There have been many times throughout this journey to healing where I have thought I have reached my center, only to be surprised to discover more layers of complexities underneath.

Diligently, I have peeled back layer after layer. Gruelingly, grudgingly, and guardedly, at times. Happily, laughingly, and interestedly, at others.

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I’m Doing This For Me.

 Until recently, I did very little in my life just for me.

Don’t get me wrong…I am not the world’s most selfless person. I can be stubborn. I can pout. I can whine until I get my way.

But…I also seemed to lack the courage and the confidence to ever simply be me.

It started young–I took care of others. That was my role. I was the peacekeeper, the nurturer, the comforter.  Continue reading