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Hope in the broken parts

Well it's been a minute...or several weeks. To be honest, they've been trying weeks and existing was enough work. I got sick, had to take steroids (anxiety brain on steroids is bad), and then just had a very challenge week after that (as did everyone around me). But here I am today, not really sure… Continue reading Hope in the broken parts

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Honoring yourself

Today is a better day, mentally. I woke up reminded that a year ago I bought my house and all the grateful feelings for the way that God provided for me in the silly, inconsequential things as well as the important things. This day will always be a day of gratitude because we survive and… Continue reading Honoring yourself

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Every year…

Sitting here in the cool, crisp morning air, I’m reminded of how seasons change. The last time I was here was a couple of weeks ago and it was warm, almost hot, before that it was stifling. But seasons change. The moments come and go and we continue on. But like all seasons, they are… Continue reading Every year…

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We don’t have to be ashamed

So I was thinking about shame. I know. I know. It's a weird topic to think about. But really this is how it started. I was thinking about why we don't talk about things that we struggle with. I mean really. If you break your arm, you have to talk about it because it poses… Continue reading We don’t have to be ashamed

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Paying attention

That's kind of a funny title for a blog post about anxiety. I realize that. I'm aware. But it seems like a good one today. Oh, ya...sorry did I not mention...I guess I'm writing about that again today. I mean by now you shouldn't be surprised. If you are, you should know I fully believe… Continue reading Paying attention

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A troubled heart

It's 4:35am or so says the clock on the top of this screen. I've been trying to go to sleep for a solid 3 hours at least. I've tried all the things. AC is on polar ice caps. Noise machine on rain storm (even though there's a natural rain storm outside). Weighted blanket. I can't… Continue reading A troubled heart

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Broken isn’t bad

One of my friends posted this quote on Facebook, and it really struck a cord with me. Part of that is because it speaks so strongly to the last few years of my own life. Heart break comes in many forms. It doesn't have to be traditional lost love. Lots of things can cause such… Continue reading Broken isn’t bad