If at first you don’t succeed

Well, I was waiting and waiting to write until I knew one way or the other about the job I hoped to get, and finally the news came in last week, I was NOT successful. And I cried. And you know what? It's also all ok. Sometimes, failure is a just setback, sometimes it's a … Continue reading If at first you don’t succeed →

The truth is…

I have been fairly embarrassed to write in this blog after announcing that I had started my own freelance marketing business. Partly I was just busy, but a large part of it was being, sort of, ashamed that I had given up on my dream so quickly and taken a job I never wanted to … Continue reading The truth is… →

Finally an Update!

Hey friends! I'm finally taking the time to write again. So much has happened and it wasn't that I didn't want to be transparent, it was just that living it day in and day out took all of my energy. I can't remember where I was when I wrote last, but I'm pretty sure it … Continue reading Finally an Update! →

Been a while

Wow, friends, it has certainly been a while. The last time I checked in with everyone on here was May. I'm sorry for the disconnection. It has been a summer I've spent in recovery, of a sort. Recovery from my failures, from my anxiety (though that's not even close to gone), from my over-extension of … Continue reading Been a while →

A Good Day

So far, today is a good day! I woke up a few minutes before my alarm ready to face the day in a pleasant mood. Yesterday, not so much. I was in a lot of pain and super exhausted. With so much going on it is hard to decide what is causing what, and wondering … Continue reading A Good Day →

A New Hope

A beautiful double rainbow at the end of a huge thunderstorm that just popped up this afternoon Isn't it appropriate this Easter weekend that I have found some hope. The new medication I'm taking seems to be working. So far, so good. I'm hopeful that I'll now be able to change the behaviors in my … Continue reading A New Hope →

Trying something new

I found myself struggling, HARD. I'm struggling with my increased symptoms. I'm struggling with shame over struggling, but also for not recognizing the fact that I've been struggling for so long. The fact that I have nothing to be ashamed of is hard to hold onto. Like, to the point where I feel ashamed for feeling ashamed. How's that for nuts?! I know it doesn't make sense, but I feel it anyway.