Hastywords asked me to participate in her #BeReal campaign. On my first response to one of her questions, I showed my insecurity rather than my confidence. Both are just as much a part of me. Just as real. I am…
Sam Dylan Finch’s love letter is beautiful, powerful, honest, and full of love, understanding and wisdom.
“Once my loved ones accepted the diagnosis, healing began for the entire family, but it took too long. It took years. Can’t we, as a nation, begin to speed up that process? We need a national campaign to destigmatize mental…
Thank you, Blahpolar Diaries, for informing me about ALPIM in her blog post nudge nudge link link. I tracked down the original SUNY press release, which I quote here. In the study, published in the Journal of Neuropsychiatry and Clinical…
So, I decided to change psychotherapists. Not an easy decision for me to make. Except during the nine months we lived in Eugene and the two years we lived in the Mojave Desert, I’ve seen the same psychologist since my…
Here I am, being real. On a typical day, I do not shower or bathe and do not wear makeup. I am middle-aged. My gray hair, wrinkles and turkey neck are hard-earned. This is not a Before or Ugly Duckling photo. Just is…
Still exhausted, but on vacation in Waldport on the Central Oregon Coast. When we arrived in Portland, before we drove out to the coast, we stopped at the Willamette National Cemetery where my brother-in-law is buried. The cemetery is beautiful,…