Moments – The Pond Pt. 1

‘Thanks be to God for his indescribable gift!’ 2 Corinthians 9:15  I have a way of connecting more with overly charged emotional moments than subtle simple moments. This is something I’m only now realizing. I’ve done a bit a research because that’s what I do, and of course, it’s a direct result or symptom of complex-PTSD. I’m not going to get into a scientific discussion, but … Continue reading Moments – The Pond Pt. 1

A 90-degree Nightmare

I’m completely and utterly lost, and it scares the crap out of me. So much so that I cannot connect with my emotions when I want to. I’m swinging on a pendulum of pain that will not stop. I find myself attempting to manage the sudden shifts from sadness to anger only to find I’ve fallen into a sea of emotional disconnect. Feeling the feels … Continue reading A 90-degree Nightmare

Pieces of Me: A Peak Behind the Curtain

My story is coming out in pieces; something my over-analytical inner-critic is furious about. I’ve spent the last few weeks avoiding writing most days, while setting aside my progress on the days I do write. I sit down with the sole purpose of writing, no real plan, only the faith that something will flow out of me. I’ve found this to be the most therapeutic … Continue reading Pieces of Me: A Peak Behind the Curtain

Precious & Precocious

Okay, I’m officially middle aged. I always imagined it would come at 50, which is just silly, considering I’m unlikely to live to 100. My reasoning? Today marks three months of sleeping an average of four hours a night. It’s not as if I’m unappreciative of the time, but I am no need for more awake time. What I need is more sleep, if not for any other reason than to allow my body to heal properly. There is a reason for everything, and sleep serves many a purpose. The most important, the allowance for mind and body to heal and reset. I learned a few years ago how important sleep is, especially the right amount at the right time.

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I Have a Secret

There’s something tremendously healing about raw authentic truth. The kind of truth that encompasses strength and vulnerability (not to be confused with weakness). I consider a lot these days, more than any other time in my life. Years of pain, growth, and reflection leading me to this season of my life. One in which I believe I see most clearly. The vision afforded us in … Continue reading I Have a Secret

A Father’s Gift – Pt. 1

I woke this morning, alive to the idea of another day, eager to embrace the journey – big or small. Hot chocolate in hand – The Dragon Doesn’t Live Here Anymore sitting on my lap – Celtic Meditation streaming through the earbuds. What am I grateful for? Moments like this. I smile at the notion I may finally finish the book I started over three … Continue reading A Father’s Gift – Pt. 1