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”

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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

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

Reading the Bible

Regardless of Your Religion (or Lack of), the Bible is There for You

If you talk to 20 different people in the next hour, I'm sure you will get 20 different definitions of faith, different combinations of faith/doubt, different rationales for belief/not belief.  Regardless of your religion, or lack of, the Bible is there for you. Whether you believe in God or not, you need comfort now, you … Continue reading Regardless of Your Religion (or Lack of), the Bible is There for You

Family Tree Sketch on Scrap Paper

They Hate Me … Because They Love Me

  My family hates me.  And by family, I mean my cousins.  That's really all that's left, my cousins - my mother's brothers' children.  (I have no siblings except for: 1, the one I was hidden from; 2, the half-sister from another mother and her now-deceased brother.  This is a really long story I'm not … Continue reading They Hate Me … Because They Love Me