Living intentionally

A new year, a new beginning, the same pain and the same challenges.  I laughed when a teacher at church shared that he does not make New Year Resolutions because he likes to spread his failures out over the whole year.  I hate new year resolutions because I hate the sound of them breaking on…

Finishing

For years, I had great plans and wishes but no energy to finish anything.  I mean I started out great and then life happened and I would bury another half finished project.  Then came counseling, graduating from university, and completing several crocheted projects as in blanket type projects.  I am finishing up another one.  This…

Business of living

One of the hardest things to balance is healing and keep on with the business of living.  Meals still need to be made, still going to work, still meeting with people that are important to me, still attending church, still grocery shopping….and right now I am spending a lot of time being Grandma.  I’m having…

4 years ago

I started this blog about PTSD.  Then very few blogs existed for PTSD other than military.  Now, many blogs share their journey and what they learned.  Then I was planning to write a book, now there are many books to choose from all ready written. Making time to read them all is a bit of…

It’s supposed to be hard

My sister posts stuff from Navy Seals on a regular basis.  Today was a nice reminder to me. Unbreakable: A Navy SEAL’s Way of Life Life is supposed to be hard from the time you abruptly come into the world until the time you slide in sideways to the end of the line! If it…

Feeling is living

Exceptional Living ‎”Some people think that to be strong is to never feel pain. In reality, the strongest people are the ones who feel it, understand it, and accept it.” ~ Unknown One of the things I learned was the part of living is feeling.  In a photography class several years ago before I integrated,…

Shame or Warning sign

In the comments: “I found a few people I could talk to about suicide, i.e., when I felt like I was at the end of my rope. They were level headed and accepted I was depressed. They didn’t overreact. They didn’t lecture me or shame me. They accepted my feelings while ensuring I felt valued.…