Out of the ashes

It has been nearly a year since I took my very first post-high school class. It was an online, six week writing course. Not exactly on the path to a degree, but it was exactly what I needed. Taking that class was like dipping my toes into the pool of grown-up learning. I discovered that while I loved expanding my mind and talent, it was a bit of a shocker learning how to make time for class and assignments while also taking care of my son.

As a stay-at-home mom, I never had to balance out my time like that before. Choo-choo and Diesel were always my priorities, even while depression was ravaging my mind. Continue reading “Out of the ashes”

What dreams may come?

What do dreams mean? Do they mean anything at all?

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Often, my dreams take place in one of two locations: my parents’ current house (where they have lived since I was 13) in mostly quiet, forest-like woods with a long, winding gravel/dirt driveway and my grandparents’ old house (currently my bio dad’s house). The house that belonged to my grandparents has two separate staircases to go upstairs, a dark, kinda creepy basement (to a child anyway), and Continue reading “What dreams may come?”

“I have confidence in me!”

…Except that I don’t.

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This is what my therapist and concluded at my last session. We both knew about my lack of confidence before, of course. The topic has come up a lot. Only I did not fully realize Continue reading ““I have confidence in me!””

Me too

I’m sure most of you have seen the #metoo trend growing on social media. I really hate to call it a “trend” as it is about so much more than doing what everyone else is doing. It is about recognizing and accepting how many women, men, girls, and boys have been sexually harassed or assaulted.

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If you are a regular reader of this blog, you are probably familiar with what my very first boyfriend Vader did to me. Unfortunately, it wasn’t just him. Continue reading “Me too”

The Women’s Retreat, Part 4

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Our day in the woods was almost over. But not quite yet. We still had a meditation session to do.

This was yet another part in the day that I was unsure of. I’d never meditated before. I’ve done deep breathing exercises at the end of a yoga session, but I didn’t have any idea if that’s how it was going to be at the retreat.

The meditation leader, another mental health professional, encouraged us to get comfortable in our chairs and close our eyes. She then began talking us through our breathing. As each thought or distraction came to us, we were told to Continue reading “The Women’s Retreat, Part 4”

The Women’s Retreat, Part 3

 

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I have been telling you all about a women’s retreat St. Brigid and I recently attended, one which was aptly named “Time to Breathe.” The retreat took place in a gorgeous “cabin” in the woods.

By this point in the day, we’d already learned mandala art therapy and tapping as a source of stress relief. From there, we moved on to essential oils. Now, if you are like me, you have heard or seen a lot of people talking about essential oils. But what are they and how do you use them? Continue reading “The Women’s Retreat, Part 3”

The Women’s Retreat, Part 2

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So yesterday, I told you all about my first venture to a women’s retreat in my area. It was a chilly, rainy day that was spent from morning to late afternoon in a gorgeous cabin-type venue in the quiet middle of nowhere. We had already finished breakfast, introductions, and art therapy.

After a healthy (and delicious!) lunch, we were taught the art of tapping.

No, I don’t mean tap dancing or even the perfect way to tap a keg but “tapping” as part of the Emotional Freedom Technique, or EFT. Tapping is essentially an acupressure technique designed to relieve and reduce stress and remove negative thoughts. What it does is interrupt the brain’s panic during stress to shift its focus back from emotional to rational.

I have to say, I had never heard of tapping before. I was fighting my urge to Continue reading “The Women’s Retreat, Part 2”