Mama

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... Continue Reading →

Become a Mental Health Mentor!

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... Continue Reading →

Self-Stigmatization

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... Continue Reading →

The Future Funeral

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... Continue Reading →

Out of Nowhere

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... Continue Reading →

My Tantrum In Public, With My Husband

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... Continue Reading →

The Ride

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... Continue Reading →

Notable Grandfather

Some of you may have read about my paternal grandfather. He and my grandmother took care of me after my parents moved to the US. Papa was special to me, although admittedly, he was the one who gave me a sense of entitlement (I have stomped my feet and cried at a purse shop after... Continue Reading →

No Mangy Cur

Four years ago this past February or March, my husband and I went to the shelter “just to look.” We saw a couple of dogs we might have been interested in, and even one who wasn't a mangy cur with whom we played. I don’t have problems with mangy curs—at this shelter they take care... Continue Reading →

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