mental-health
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Today was one of those rare, holy little gifts… a day off with no hurry attached to it. No alarm hollering at me like it had been personally offended. No shoes needing to be found in a panic. No coffee being gulped down like medicine. Just me, the morning, and the kind of quiet that…
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When I was young, learning was simply what we did. We went to school. We went to Sunday school. We learned lessons from our parents, our grandparents, our neighbors, and—whether we were ready for it or not—society itself. Back then, learning came with sharpened pencils, church shoes, spelling tests, Bible verses, dinner-table manners, and the…
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I have developed many habits over my lifetime, some noble, some questionable, and a few that probably deserve their own apology letter. Some have fallen by the wayside, some are still hanging on like loyal little life rafts, and others will surely show up in the future—because apparently, I am still under construction even at…
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Rambling on about taking the time, the little things, and trusting… Every now and then, a body needs a little reminder: give yourself something small to look forward to. A good meal. A movie on the couch. A quiet cup of coffee before the world starts hollering. Time spent caring for yourself is never wasted…
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Let’s talk about chaos. Not the movie-trailer kind with fireballs and dramatic music, but the everyday kind. Like when the alarm doesn’t go off, the dog throws up on the rug, unexpected bills arrive, or when life looks you directly in the eye and says, “Hope you are ready for this.” We all get those…
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Rambling on about the pain of realizing the truth of those I love… Life has a funny way of handing out lessons. It does not always send them wrapped in wisdom, tied up with a neat little bow, and delivered at a convenient hour. Sometimes life throws the lesson at your head like a pine…
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Sleep is a funny little creature. It is absolutely necessary, deeply restorative, and somehow still manages to play hard to get the minute we decide we really need it. It is the fuel for another day, the quiet repair shop for the body, the overnight housekeeping crew for the mind, and, if I am being…
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They tell us steps count. They tell us we need a goal. Then they hand us numbers like 5,000, 7,500, and 10,000, as if life comes with a tiny marching band and a daily scoreboard strapped to our wrists. Whoever “they” are, I am not sure what they are walking to, walking away from, or…
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Negativity has become a little too comfortable lately, hasn’t it? It walks right in, kicks off its shoes, and acts like it owns the couch. In today’s chaotic world, negative thoughts can feel less like an occasional rain cloud and more like an uninvited roommate who keeps eating the good snacks. Chasing those thoughts away—or…
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I used to loathe time. I know, I know—time is not exactly something you can give the side-eye to and expect it to apologize. Still, if time had been a person when I was younger, I would have accused it of being rude, bossy, and entirely too fond of rules. This question had me thinking…
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