So my grandmother passed peacefully in her sleep two days ago. Had my husband and I gone, I wouldn’t have been able to shower her with hugs and kisses. She’s the woman standing in the picture, her arm around my waist. My grandfather was holding my hand. And finally, my aunt and uncles. This picture… Read More Mama
via 💚💚💚 May 2018: Mental Health Awareness Month Share Because You Care Be A Mentor💚💚💚 Beckie of Beckie’s Mental Mess has put a call out for us to gather our links in the comments and reblog the original post in order to create and/or expand WP’s mental health community, where we can mentor each other regarding… Read More Become a Mental Health Mentor!
When I was figuring out what to write about today, this paragraph from my previous post popped up. “Relatives might ask where I am. Others might think I’m disrespectful for not being there. If I was there, I can only imagine the deluge of questions. Why’s your hair that color? Do you think you’re still… Read More Self-Stigmatization
I hadn’t heard news this morning about whether my grandma made it through the night. Thankfully. I’ll still mourn her — especially because I made the abrupt choice to stay here, and work on my mental health. I was trying to convince myself of this, and then realized how much time I’ve spent in both… Read More The Future Funeral
As I put one arm through one sleeve and the other arm through the other, on my black, silky-type shirt this morning, I knew something bad would happen. For example, while eating yogurt, the cuff dragged across the top of the yogurt cup, which I somehow knew would happen. And of course, the yogurt smeared… Read More Out of Nowhere
NOTE: This happened about 10 years ago. The cutest little quilted, racing-jacket-looking, pink, purple, and white handbag appeared on my laptop screen. . . . I can’t even remember. Maybe on one of those “Sponsored” posts that are basically just ads on Facebook. Maybe on Coach’s Facebook page. But that’s not the point — the… Read More My Tantrum In Public, With My Husband
NOTE: This is a retrospective post. I woke up in the psych ER at ECT Hospital. It was about 5:00 AM, and no one had talked to us, as promised. My husband was slumped in a chair, asleep. It didn’t look comfortable at all — I had a bed. I woke him up and insisted… Read More The Ride