Life, Love, & Laundry

Lisa has shared recently about her severe depression and I couldn't be more proud of her for doing so.  I truly believe mental illness is something we need to discuss more openly and freely.  I think her sharing is of enormous benefit to her as well as to me and have already heard from so many others that it has helped.  In the thick of it about a year ago now I was the only one who knew and that's how she wanted it, but that wasn't healthy for her or myself.  I remember breaking down sobbing to someone sharing...

I was asked the other day what my passion was....that got me thinking what is a passion, does everyone have one? Do people have more than one? Can a person’s passion change as life changes?  I was not sure what to answer....there is currently nothing in my life that I would say is my passion. There are things I enjoy, things I care about...but not passionate about. Is this ok? Should I have one or two? Does it give life more meaning if I do? Or are there seasons of passion and seasons of finding a passion?  I know this...

This year my teens and I started our own bullet journals...no this post is not about bullet journals.....and no, I have not been using mine...hahahaha But in preparing the pages, I was searching online and while there are a million "page" suggestions, one of them caught my eye and I decided to create it.  And lo and behold, as I go to get my bullet journal, that has been sitting in a basket under an end table in the living room...you know, where it will be doing so much good. hahahaha I noticed that I indeed have not gotten around...

Have you ever felt like you were trying to do something...like trying really hard? And someone comes along and says "Just try harder". I mean, do they even realize how hard you were trying in the first place? Am I even capable of pushing myself to try any harder?  I suppose it really comes down to what exactly we are talking about. Because trying harder can be a valid encouragement...but so often I find it is not used as encouragement but as disappointment on the other persons behalf.  Sometimes, trying harder is just not possible....or no matter how I try,...

This was written within a few days of seeking help. Just a glimpse into my mind at the time.  This is a weird feeling. I am actively suicidal, yet I feel the most peace I have felt in a long time. Now, you may wonder what exactly that means, and maybe no one but me will even understand, but I would like to try and explain, so as to help my family and friends to understand, as well as those who may be feeling the same way. It is interesting that while I feel at peace with my decision, I...