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I’ve come to a crossroads in my life. I’m nearing 45 years old and I’m an empty nester. My husband just recently quit smoking cigarettes – so, that’s happened. We’ve had improvements to our home including getting the electricity in our home updated, insulation in the basement, outer home lined…
I did a session of brainspotting with my therapist this morning. By 11 am, I was on my way to return home. And while I’m sitting here, posting, at 6:22 pm, this is what the aftermath can look like. I don’t share this picture for pity. The impact of trauma…

I fashion myself after someone relatively high maintenance with low maintenance goals. I’m high maintenance because psychologically, I know I’m unwell. I need validation more…
I find myself increasingly involved in electronic distractions. Instead of involving myself in things that adults should do, I play cell phone and tablet games.…
I cannot begin to remember what I posted last, but I can honestly tell you so much has happened. The story is this: My daughter…
“I Can’t Breathe…” George Floyd said these words before Minneapolis police officers on duty choked him and watched on without assist. Jacob Blake was shot…

It’s cool. Trust me……