Melisa Peterson Lewis
My days are like climbing a jungle gym. I might fall if I don’t grasp the bar firmly. Searching for balance as of late has been an ongoing mission. I realize life will never be in perfect balance, though some days may feel that way, most will not. Yesterday I had my toddler run away... Continue Reading →
When you’re in a good place it’s easy to forget how far away rock bottom was. There are two low points I replay when I think about how bad it once was. Each stretched over several years of my life. My freshman year in college started off being the best time of my life. I... Continue Reading →
In therapy today my eyes got watery, but nothing slid down my face. Crying is a sign of weakness, so I have told myself from a young age. My parents are not emotional people, for the most part; they are stubborn, laid back folks, not afraid to raise their voice when duty calls. But crying?... Continue Reading →
Am I being anxious or is this how normal people feel? This is a question I ask myself every day. Different circumstances call for different answers, but it’s not always black and white. The amount of gray area coming into play is significant. It wasn’t very long ago that I discovered my anxiety leaks out... Continue Reading →
