I apologize. A lot. It’s one of those things that is apparently very common among women, especially those of my generation, it seems. Even more so of those with anxiety. I’m told all the time that I need to stop or that it’s not necessary. It’s even met with a slightly dismissive laugh from many,… Continue reading My apologies
I am a liar and I have been one for many, many years. Even worse, I have no shame and no regrets about how much of a liar I am. On April 1, 1980, my father died. He had been sick for a very long time and died from leukemia. I was four years and… Continue reading Liar Liar
Despite really wanting to keep up with blogging, I’ve not been writing as much as I’d like. I could say I’m busy, I could say it’s too hard on me emotionally, but really it’s because I’ve not had a lot to say and I’m a bit lazy. Something came up yesterday, though, that I’ve been… Continue reading The best is the worst
I’ve been avoiding resolutions quite a lot in the past several years. I may have written about it, and I may have made some or made some under a clever new word like “intentions” or something like that. The truth is, resolutions never really sat well with me. Because of what my brain likes to… Continue reading Resolutions
When my doctor asked me when I thought I could do my next mastectomy surgery I told him that I was good to go as soon as he was. I was beyond anxious to be done, as I know I’ve said before. But now, as my date moves closer, I’m becoming worried in a way… Continue reading Head vs. heart
When you’re first diagnosed with breast cancer and you share the news with your family and friends, people tell you some pretty specific things. They tell you that you’ll beat this thing. You are a warrior. You’re strong. You’ve got this. Then, when there aren’t any more cancer cells in your body, they congratulate you… Continue reading The middle of the war
Husband and I decided to make me get out of the house and took Daughter to see the new Beauty and the Beast movie. I say that we took her to see it because I do not want to admit that I was sort of desperate to see the movie myself. It did not go… Continue reading My princess moments
I’m a dirty, rotten, no-good liar. I’m neither proud of it nor do I expect to change it any time soon. It’s how I’m getting through every day. People with depression and anxiety get used to telling lies. They often say that things don’t bother them or that they’re not depressed or even upset. They… Continue reading Pants on fire
Around eight years ago now, my family went through a really hard time. Husband was sick- very sick- and there were two times we almost lost him. Daughter was so very small, and every single thing about it was hard. The worst part was Husband and the way he was behaving. He was so different… Continue reading We always do
I don’t know of a lot of obese people who feel super confident about themselves athletically. I’ve not always been obese, but I certainly haven’t ever felt good about myself as an athlete of any sort, always having been just slightly less than comically uncoordinated. For that and countless other reasons, when I got excited… Continue reading Yoga and yogis
Elephants in the Room 