It’s about hope.
I bought a new plant the other day. It’s a replacement for the two kalanchoes that just died. In my defense, I find them hard to keep alive. This time, their pots were too large. I projected: I like space and thought they would too. But Kalanchoes are fans of being constrained. The new addition is a Ginseng Ficus Bonsai. I’m a little intimidated. … Continue reading It’s about hope.
PTSD and bathroom renovations.
Depression ebbs and flows. You only believe its cyclical nature, however, when you’re trending up. When you’re sinking or at the bottom change seems like a pipe dream: black is all life will ever be. I’m trending up these days. Luckily, I have other issues: perhaps now isn’t the best time to renovate my en suite? My impulsivity makes that question moot: I didn’t ease … Continue reading PTSD and bathroom renovations.
A little over-the-top.
An earnest young “dentist” is busy breaking the fourth wall as he discusses the dreaded “condition” of tooth sensitivity. [i] We know it’s a serious problem because he’s wearing a white lab coat and they’re filming him from odd angles. That means ‘pay attention’. This is serious stuff, after all. People are suffering. They have a condition. They emphasize that repeatedly. People are suffering from … Continue reading A little over-the-top.
Picking up the Pieces: Suicide, “Monsters,” and Hope for the Future
Originally posted on Believing Beautiful:
It was a Sunday afternoon in August and I had just finished eating a piece of banana bread with coffee to celebrate the $8,000 goal I reached as a part of the pre-launch campaign for my book, Good Enough. I sat in awe, overwhelmed by all of the love and support I received from others and thought to myself,?This is finally… Continue reading Picking up the Pieces: Suicide, “Monsters,” and Hope for the Future
From Famine to Feast 