Give me a good book, an indica-hybrid, and birds at my feeder.

I write about life experiences with mental illness, chronic pain, and the damage of religion.

Come kick it with me—I have the imagination and attention span of a nine year old.

To the one that feels irreparably broken; part five

For so long our natural reaction has been to make our pain feel unacceptable, or more importantly, unsafe. When our body breaks down, we curse it for being weak. When our mind keeps us up at night, we get frustrated. When we cry, we hide it, or apologize to any...

To the one that feels irreparably broken; part four

One of the difficulties I’ve encountered over the years in learning how to meditate, or practice mindfulness, has been the busyness of my mind. This is a common concern for many people. The practice of mindfulness not only addresses this but welcomes it with an...

To the one that feels irreparably broken; part three

The foundation of any true healing process begins and ends with acceptance. The difficulty lies in opening our minds to such a wild, irrational notion. Why would we want to accept our pain? Why would we want to love our pain? We can feel immediate alarm and...

To the one that feels irreparably broken; part two

It is important for me to share that I am still in daily pain as I write this. I still suffer from chronic migraines. I still wrestle with depression and anxiety. I still experience high emotion days. This is part of my linear reality. This is part of my truth. I am...

To the one that feels irreparably broken; part one

It is likely that sometime in your life, someone impressed on you that you were broken. Perhaps this was said with words, perhaps it wasn’t. But this idea was instilled in you from the time you were young, and then repeated until you were conditioned to fully believe...

The Empath’s Journey

Always, on my life's journey, For as long as I can remember, The "other" has assigned me a role. The consummate friend. The submissive woman. The good Christian. The sacrificing mom. The helpful neighbor. The one to take the blame. The one to come to the rescue. I...

Survivor

What did I ask of you? Any of you? When I went through my dark night of the soul? Did I ask you to listen? While I vented and railed? Did I ask you to fix me? Help me? Save me? Did I ask you for anything? …Anything at all? Even though you looked at my pain, Just the...

The Lies I Told Myself That Kept me in a Toxic Relationship for Years

We've all had that one person (be it friend/ boyfriend/ girlfriend/ spouse/ sibling/ parent/ fill-in-the-blank) that does questionable things. And if we're wise enough, intuitive enough…if we're listening close enough to our gut…we know. Something isn't right. But...

Parenting the Teen

I know he makes you crazy I know she’s infuriating Hug him anyway Tell her you love her Battles will wage Time will pass Gray hairs emerge And wrinkles surface In the midst of anger Frustration and worry Hug her anyway Tell him you love him Laying awake at night...

The Lie They Told

I was told you were a traitOwned by an immortalGiven to jealousy & rage From the beginningYou were black and shadedDark ink, ominous skies You were hopeWith pending doomJust a narrow escape I was told you were free-For a price Unconditional-Depending on me...