Inhale. Exhale. Close my eyes. Inhale. Hold on. Exhale. Let go. At the risk of sounding like a broken record, I hate winter. Always did,
Category: Battling depression
Comfort Smells
In a recent conversation with my daughter we talked about what textures or sounds bring us comfort or sooth us on stormy days. For her
The Missing Anchor
Pain. Excruciating pain. Deep sorrow. Inadequacy. Therapy is a bitch and I won’t let anyone convince me otherwise. It is a difficult but necessary journey
Kessy’s Diary: The First Night
As you can imagine, I didn’t get much sleep last night. Between Champagne’s snoring and a restless Kessy who couldn’t quite settle down, my sleep
Prague Diary: Wounds and Scars
First comes the wound, then the bleeding, shortly thereafter the pain surfaces, and then we have to make a choice. Do you leave it open
Prague Diary: Burning Bridges
I’ve burned a lot of bridges in my life, and quite frankly I am sick and tired of doing so. In many cases it was
FrogDiva Thoughts 