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Here Comes the Funk

I get hit HARD with depression every single year & it lasts through much of the fall & winter. My husband has started calling it my “funk” & I think it’s quite funny – sad that I know it’s coming or has arrived, yet can’t seem to do much about it; but funny, nonetheless, that we can at least joke about it.

I have a hard time REALLY enjoying things. . . My usual introverted, homebody nature is magnified AT LEAST times ten & I call & go see friends & family even less than usual. . . I go to bed really early, sleep for what seems like FOREVER & still wake up feeling tired & unmotivated. I cry at the drop of a hat — many times over something that I really only find MILDLY irritating. Honestly, I am SO aware of this in myself that it is downright EMBARRASSING that, at nearly 32-years-old, I still cannot control my emotions. On the flip side, I know it is a legitimate ailment & that I have nothing to be ashamed of, as long as I am not letting it completely consume me.  Read More »Here Comes the Funk

It’s Not Personal; It’s Practical

It has been QUITE some time since I even entertained the idea of marriage. I have been content with the thought that if I ever married, I would without-a-doubt be MUCH older. This just goes to show that meeting the perfect person FOR ME has made ALL the difference in the world. I have absolutely no doubts that this is the man who I will spend the rest of my life with. It’s quite a lovely feeling.  Read More »It’s Not Personal; It’s Practical

Baggage

How does that common saying go? Something like, “Everyone has baggage. The key is finding someone to help you unpack.” Bogus! I mean, it sounds nice & all, but I think it’s just wrong. Sometimes baggage is just meant to be carried. It’s more important to find someone that will just share the load. “Finding someone to help you unpack,” to me, implies that you need to be fixed; that is not always the case.  Read More »Baggage

Conversations in the Rain

Mama & Me

Mama & Me

In two days, it will have been 14 years since my mother passed away… FOURTEEN YEARS. For quite some time, it only made the pain of this loss seem so much more magnified because, logically (it seemed), it should have gotten EASIER each year, because, afterall, you always hear that “time heals all wounds,” right? WRONG. Whomever said that is FULL OF IT. Lets be real; shall we?  Read More »Conversations in the Rain

How’s THAT for some Calculated Chaos?

SO…. I went & did something. It’s quite a bit back-asswards. I won’t lie… I am a bit in shock that I did it. I am relieved, excited, & extremely anxious & nervous now as a result. I am not sure yet if I am ready for the world to know, because I am also almost ashamed that I did it because it is far from a “responsible” thing to do… I thought my BF would be upset with me, but, apparently, he knew it was coming & swears he supports my decision fully.  Read More »How’s THAT for some Calculated Chaos?