Tag: love
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Overwhelmed by Grief and COVID19
Why Have I Been Quiet? Shortly after my mother died last year, COVID19 hit. My energy is sapped. Staying home during this horrific pandemic, I’ve cocooned with those I love most: my husband and our son. I cannot predict when or what I’ll be writing next. I cannot predict when I’ll return to mental health…
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Love, Marriage & Mental Illness
Been married 22 years today. Started dating 25 years ago. Some of us living with mental illness can and do have stable relationships. Some of us need someone else in our lives. My husband and I support each other, help each other, complement each other. Plus, we made a kid, now a young adult. Not…
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Small Steps
Progress sometimes comes in small steps. This weekend I walked the dog with my husband, which meant I stepped away from my computer and actually went outside. Beautiful outside. Weather warm. Sky clear. Saddleback Mountain gorgeous, every nook and cranny visible as if I could reach out and touch it. Honestly, I find it hard…
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Who, Me, Dating?
At age 30, Kitt O’Malley moved in with her parents after treatment for debilitating depression resulted in psychotic mania which left her unable to do her work as a licensed marriage and family therapist. She left her career aspirations behind, and she started seeing a psychiatrist and a therapist who treated her for what was still thought…
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Martin Short Quote on Death
Martin Short’s wife Nancy died of cancer after almost 30 years of marriage. I love what he said about death in his AARP interview. I believe that when people die, they zoom into the people that love them. This idea that it just ends, and don’t speak of them — that’s wrong. That’s based on denial…
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Funneling Exercise: Admired and Called
Characteristics I admire: Compassion, Creativity, Bravery, Love, Intelligence
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Happy Father's Day to My Departed Father and to My Husband
Blessed with fond memories of my father, a loving father and grandfather. Grateful to have my husband, a loving and devoted father, by my side. That baby boy is now 6′ tall!
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Tears Quietly Roll
Now that I’ve taken care of the business of death, I no longer need to numb myself from the pain of loss. Now I cry. Softly. Quietly. The tears roll down my cheeks. I miss my dad. I really miss him.