My Favorite Poem by Portia Nelson

I read this poem several years ago and it has always been one I go back to. You may have heard the saying, "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me." While I enjoy that saying, it suggests we learn from our mistakes after two failures. Portia Nelson's poem below suggests... Continue Reading →

Don’t Judge These Wrinkles

As I share some of my personal soul searching thoughts and actions on my blog I realize some of my past is going to be flashed up on the screen. We all have a past and there might be things we are or are not proud of. Just as important there might be things that... Continue Reading →

The Reasons Why I Avoided Therapy

The Bipolar Writer

The summer of 1996 is when my anxiety first started to take its grip. My sudden erratic emotional state was the first sign that something was changing inside of me. Before anxiety started to rule my life I was a relatively steady person, and I enjoyed the unpredictability of life. This all changed drastically in what seemed like a very short time. I began to fear anything that was unknown or out of my control. When my first panic attack struck, I tried to make sense of it. Then it became obvious that it wasn’t the bong hits or the cheap beer I was drinking; it was, in fact, my body turning against me.

The next few months were some of the hardest in my life. Almost every other day I was having a panic attack and I couldn’t figure out why they were happening. I remember talking myself out…

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Freezing My Tail Off

The wind makes my eyes water and my ears burn while I stand at the bus stop waiting for my son. My hands are buried in my pockets and I turn my back to the wind for some relief. I'm provoked to yell at the bare trees, ""Augh, I hate you. I am so over... Continue Reading →

Provoked Bear

We trudge on, I take the magnet off my bear bell and let it jingle as we walk. Gunnar and Mather clap their hands and whistle every so often. My eyes are focused on every shadow we cross. The five of us walk in a straight line, Tom holding up the rear and Gunnar and... Continue Reading →

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