Pause, Breathe, Eval, Plan, Move. How can I help? I hike in the desert. I came across these shot up damaged saguaros. I am fascinated by their determination to bloom and thrive in hostile conditions, scorching heat, battered, and blooming. A constant reminder that I can thrive where ever I am planted. If you are in crisis, call 911 immediately. This webpage is information only.

Therapy was awful this week. I could whittle that down to two, if I want a session the day before I start a new contract. I hate this feeling of being disembodied. I really want to quit therapy. But, whether I do or not, I still somehow have to get myself bac.

From the Darkness into the Sunshine. How does this happen? Trying to look after me but failing. Its been a while since I last read or posted the server changes of my life is having on us! Progress with our move. However I woke this morning from dreaded nightmares and a feelin.

Journey to healing after sexual abuse. I have been blogging considerably less lately. There are a number reasons for this. Partly, it is simply that I longer need to share in the way I have done previously and more importantly because I am finding that I do not need validation from the world any more. If I cannot find it in myself, I look to my T, my minister or my husband instead. I had decided to move my blog, p.

Who are you calling sensitive? I just feel and see more. It takes two to therapy. And yet the pain is so fresh. For all I know, it could have been.

Why are we here? Betrayed by my own mind. Would i just be a sad Burrito? Batman Sings all the songs. I am missing her, i miss her. Did I mention attractive? Breakthroughs and Fairy Lands. It could have killed her.

Toes in the sand, water rushing over my feet, salt drifting into my senses, I stand ankle deep in the ocean.

Black before white and gray all over. So before I begin, this. I can relate to this girl on so. I too am a mixed girl. Please shut the fuck up about black on black violence. Where do I begin? I want to know, do you really think ending black-on-black violence is going to solve the problem of cop.

Two mums and our fairy princess, blogging about our adventures after a long infertility journey. Products and Days Out Reviews. Happy Birthday to Eden! December 14, 2016. Mama, Eden and Me. Today Eden is one year old. The little girl who changed everything has been around for a whole year. Mama, Eden and Me.

Bringing my secondary passion to the front and giving it a space to grow. I think the scariest thing about mental health issues and especially depression is the likelihood of it coming back, of you relapsing, of sliding back down into the darkness. I am terrified that this bad week is the start of something darker. I thought I was doing better.