Emotions are a tricky
thing.
A little over three
years ago I felt okay. I was still struggling with a bipolar diagnosis and
finding my own unique degree of “normal”… but I felt like overall, I was
starting to get things together. Life was busy and I was keeping up – full time
job, four busy kids, the entire family moving every direction with activities,
and a marriage that needed work but that was dedicated. It wasn’t perfect, but
I did feel like I was starting to get a handle on things – that...
Ramblings from an average woman in recovery from Mental Illness, fighting to end stigma and offer hope.
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Tuesday, 29 August 2017
Thursday, 3 August 2017
Recovery in the Quiet Times
Today I’m taking a quiet afternoon to myself. During the
process of self-discovery and recovery, where I have spent hours upon hours
trying to understand my own thoughts, emotions, actions, and reactions – I have
discovered that I need space. I need time. I need to breathe.
When my husband and I met, we were in high school. Soon
after we began dating, our first son came along – followed by three more
children, college, and careers. Life spiraled faster than we could see coming
and we embraced...
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