mental-health
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Do you ever spend time daydreaming? I do… Sometimes more time than I should or care to admit. This morning again I perused my poetry Journal. Sharing words seems to be what I want to do today too. Do you… Do you ever wonder just where you’re headed some days,wondering what will come as you just…
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While I do not share my poetry often here, rarely, to be exact. I don’t know why. It was how I started writing. I wrote to heal, and to clear my mind from the clutter of life. I wrote through my happiness, my memories, and yes… My grief. So, I have been nudged today because…
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What day would I relive from my past if I could choose just one? My first thought was, absolutely not yesterday. Yesterday can stay right where it is, thank you very much. There I was, working at a motel in the dark, in hundred-degree heat, with no air conditioning, no lights, and no real desire…
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We like to believe we can control life. Every little detail. Every outcome. Every twist in the road. Cute thought, right? That may be our first mistake. Uncertainty is a shadow in life that is always there… Life does not always unfold according to our carefully color-coded plans. Sometimes it takes a sharp left, loses…
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They say adulthood begins at eighteen, as if the universe hands you a cake, a voter registration card, and a complimentary stack of bills. Some people feel grown at sixteen. Some are still waiting at forty-two. For me, adulthood had been lurking in the background long before eighteen, pacing quietly through the shadows of my…
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There is a peculiar little hobby most of us practice without ever signing up for it… Replaying old decisions like home movies and wondering if we could have edited the ending. We ask, What if I had known? What if I had chosen differently? What if I could have warned myself how this would all…
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A letter, because ME is wordy and chatty, I hope finds its way backward through the smoke and fire of the world… Dear Present Me, I know you are tired. Not the ordinary kind of tired that can be fixed with a nap, a strong cup of coffee, or one of those inspirational mugs. I…
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Worry, and I go way back. We are not exactly friends, but we have spent enough time together that I could probably pick it out of a crowd. It has followed me through childhood, adulthood, motherhood, work, bills, busted appliances, and those mysterious house noises that only happen after everyone else has gone to bed.…
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Rambling on about personal responsibility, imperfection, boundaries and accepting evolution and change… There is a certain freedom in admitting that life is not perfect. Not in a gloomy, “everything is terrible, pass the stale crackers” kind of way, but in a deeply human, shoulders-dropping, exhale-finally kind of way. Life is messy. People are complicated. Plans…
Dirt Road Therapy 