Something happened this past weekend. I had an experience like never before.
Let me give you the backstory first.
A while ago, a dear relative (you know her as St. Brigid) invited me to join her at a women’s retreat, aptly named “Time to Breathe.” I agreed, of course. Mostly for her but also partly for me.
I had never been to a retreat or workshop before and wasn’t sure what to expect. Was I going to be nervous or feel uncomfortable? Were my fears going to get me, bringing out my shyness and anxiety? Was the day going to end (or start) with tears?
Finally, the Saturday of the retreat was here. Continue reading “The Women’s Retreat, Part 1”
Friendship is therapy.
Not to discount professional counseling. Quite the contrary. Psychotherapy has been a godsend in my life.
So have my friends. I cannot imagine life without friends.
My best friend has been in my life since kindergarten. We grew up in a small town where everyone seems to know everyone else. Though we knew each other, we were both too shy to be anything but classmates for the first few years of school. Sometime or other, that changed.
For most friendships, part of the beauty lies in becoming closer without really knowing when exactly you clicked. This is true for us as well. Continue reading “The gift of friendship”
Right now in the US, we are in the middle of Mental Illness Awareness Week, which spans from October 1 through October 7. For those who don’t know what this is or what it means, the Mental Illness Awareness Week is put on every year to help fight the stigma associated with mental illnesses. I know this without having to look it up because all too often, people judge and ridicule that which they don’t understand, Continue reading “Mental health awareness”
After a rather inconsistent beginning, I made a decision to write a new post every day. I make a concerted effort to Continue reading “Putting in the effort”
I have told you all about some of my major fears, which you can read about here and here. There is something else. I never attended college. Not because I wasn’t accepted; I was.
I picked a university six hours from home. My parents and I drove down for the tour. I loved every part of that school, including what was to be my dorm. And though I didn’t have all the money I needed for tuition, I had a plan on how to pay, including loans.
But I didn’t go. Continue reading “My fears, part three”
I think it very timely that I reached the gratitude section in the book I’m reading about the neuroscience of depression one day after my therapist suggested I start a gratitude journal. Now, I have heard this information before about how good it is for one to keep track of what they are grateful for, and I even tried it with no success or improvement. Journaling what I was thankful for every single day actually added to my stress.
However, I have decided to try it again, once a week this time. Today is the start of my therapeutic outlet, and I would like to share this first entry with you.
I am grateful for so many things, but I will narrow it down for now. I am grateful for God loving me no matter how much I feel like a failure. I’m grateful for my son, always. I’m also grateful for my husband and for my loved ones who fully understand, or at least attempt to understand, me and my struggles.
Finally, I am grateful for all of you out there who choose to join me every day or even once in a while as I climb up the path toward peace. Thank you so much!