As I lay here at near to three in the morning, struggling to fall back asleep, and after having labored over the last three nights to even find sleep, I'm left feeling not only fatigued; but dejected, sore, chilled and in an odd way, lonely.Sometimes peace feels so distant from me. Adrenaline beleaguered my veins... Continue Reading →
A Boy at Christmas
I always get a little sad at the close of the holidays. For me, it's just such a splendid time of year, the world and its surroundings take on new shape, don vast sprawls of beautiful stringing lights, kitchens boast aromatic bliss, and people seem to think about each other just a little bit more... Continue Reading →
Saying Goodbye: A Night in Calgary
It's 03:30 a.m., and I lay awake in a strange room. Nothing that surrounds me is familiar. The dark that blankets this space feels less like a call to rest, and more that of a void where pained thoughts flourish. It's strange how loud one's mind can be in the dark. It seems to echo... Continue Reading →
Remembering Colin Wilmot: A Friend Lost to The War in Afghanistan
Coins twinkling like stars rested on the fountain floor beneath the water. Symbols of tossed wishes and hopeful dreams. I too had a wish and a dream, but I held no coins nor any illusion that my plea would ever be answered. It is in fact a wish that I hold through to this day..."
The Child’s Fear of the Dark: A Normal Part of Development? What About at 39?
As a child, fear of the dark is a widely accepted normalcy of urchin development. A seeming right of passage, one could say. We, adults, generally assuage this unease by turning on a night light, or leaving the door open just a bit. All of this angst is considered age appropriate. Which is why at... Continue Reading →
The Nightmare: Living With Nightmares And The Hope Of Being Free From Them.
There's this dream that I have... I'm in a hallway, at the end of this baron corridor there is an unremarkable door lurking ajar. I know that I am supposed to go there, so on I walk, but something in me does not want to. There's an ominous foreboding clinging to my bones, but I... Continue Reading →
Why Being Sick and Having PTSD Can Be a Burdensome Endeavor.
Being sick sucks. Being sick sucks more if you have post traumatic stress disorder. PTSD makes it nearly impossible to be kind to oneself and easy to slip into a negative feedback loop of self-talk. Today we talk about how mindfulness can help PTSD and chronic illness, handling negative self-talk around illness, sickness and negative... Continue Reading →
I Thought of You Today
I thought of you today… one of those "need mom" kind of moments. Sometimes it still seems so surreal to know that with permanence you are well and truly gone. It doesn't seem to fit within what makes sense. It's weird waking up in a world without you. I know and comprehend all the niceties... Continue Reading →