Fear is a Coward

Fear is a Coward

Funny thing I notice about Fear. He’s big and bad and burly while he’s at home lurking in my what-ifs and what-mights. He pokes at my stomach until I’m nauseous. He pounds on my chest until I can’t breathe. He shakes me and rattles me until I’m dizzy. He yells at me until I’ve relived … Continue reading Fear is a Coward

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You Don't Know What You Don't Know

Annoyingly Profound, Part 2: “You Don’t Know What You Don’t Know”

Throughout my marriage, two of my husband's most-used phrases have driven me crazy.  The first (as in the one which appeared earliest and has been used most often) is "It is what it is."  The second, which appeared only a few years ago, is "You don't know what you don't know" and, oddly enough, this … Continue reading Annoyingly Profound, Part 2: “You Don’t Know What You Don’t Know”

Journey

My No-Medication Journey to Emotional Health and Well-Being

Going on about 40 years ago, I was diagnosed as bipolar.  Today, I don't know whether that diagnosis was correct or not because I've chosen to live my life the way I'm going to live it regardless. So in this post, I'm going to talk a little about my choices for medicating and not medicating.  … Continue reading My No-Medication Journey to Emotional Health and Well-Being

Reflection

Are Personal Bloggers “Whining”?

While I've been seeking out all manner of information about blogging since creating Proof of My Existence, I came across an article discussing whether or not a blogger needs a niche, which I do not have and I doubt I'll ever have.  The author said, "You definitely need a niche.  And remember, nobody wants to … Continue reading Are Personal Bloggers “Whining”?

Looking Up

A Bad Day of Grief

Update to this post:  Before you read this, know that I did get through the day.  And the next and the next and so on.  I know this will happen again.  I had to remind myself that I'm allowed to feel grief and that it will come back at unexpected moments.  It's okay.  I'm still … Continue reading A Bad Day of Grief