Melisa Peterson Lewis
Sometimes I feel like I don’t have a choice but to eat this life shoved down my throat. I’m expected to smile and say thank you, while the dry shards of existence stick to my throat choking and threatening not to go down. There was a point over a decade ago I kept telling myself... Continue Reading →
When summer first begins I can’t wait to toss aside my sweaters and boots. Shorts, tank tops, and flip-flops are a welcome change. I rejoice in the idea of getting outside more. Snow and ice are traded in for sunshine and evening thunderstorms. There is something peaceful about falling asleep to a thunderstorm rolling in.... Continue Reading →
Recently I found myself getting very wound up about a situation I was trying to control. I could feel my blood pressure rising and anxious tendencies pushing me to make a decision quickly. Though, the decision didn’t need to be made within 24 hours, my hurried mind shouts at me to FIGURE IT OUT! An... Continue Reading →
When I first started with my therapist I told her I was SCARED that she would push me to do something I wasn’t comfortable with. She assured me that she wouldn’t, and if we set a goal I wasn’t comfortable with, then we would talk about it. I think she understood if she were to... Continue Reading →
I feel like Stretch Armstrong every second of every day. His face says: I am super tough; I can handle anything. Go ahead, pull me in different directions. My arms will hold back any charging front and my legs allow me flexibility to be in more than one place at a time. Hit me with... Continue Reading →
