They sit on the floor of her bedroom, over by the corner of the bed. There’s a blanket over her head and she is crying. It has been another poor day. Another day of unexplained moodiness and temper tantrums. She describes it as feeling the emotions come up from her toes and then burst out… Continue reading Mania: The Blanket Monster
You question what it is. Is it a really good day? The art of coming out of the dark? The fact that I’m starting to feel better? Getting joy out of existence. Taking in each part of every day, living in it and loving it. Am I paying too much attention? Overanalyzing? Combing through the… Continue reading Just a good day or something more?
I get this craving, deep down inside of me sometimes. It is this yearning and drive. It allows me to accomplish some pretty great feats. Some of my greater skills come to the surface and I can amaze people with what I am capable of. So, what am I talking about? I am talking about… Continue reading I’ve got a feeling…
I lay on my bed and think, while my head is buried in my pillow. I think about forcing myself to get my body out of my bed and how much I really didn’t want to, not one single ounce of me wants to “wake up”. I set a time limit for how long I’m… Continue reading The Fight: Depression and Anxiety
I get excited when I figure things out. This stretches from small, little, non important things and then spans to grand things. Getting in Gear Yesterday I used the saying “I need to get my butt in gear” and it hit me like a pile of bricks to the head, that I knew what that… Continue reading Figuring Things Out
While reading my babbles from years prior, and well before I ever thought about having a blog, I came across a letter that I wrote to my mom in March 2009. In the letter I babble about how I am thankful for my mother and her unconditional love for me. Within the letter I described… Continue reading A Babble from the Past: Letter to Mama
A few months ago I retrieved my mail to find a large manila colored envelope. And it was addressed to me. I recognized the handwriting on the envelope, it was that of my mother’s. Her penmanship neat, but realistic and easily legible. Curious, I opened the envelope as I was walking back from the mailbox,… Continue reading A Babble from the Past: Oct 2010