For the past few years, I’ve gone in fits and starts with my education. I like to learn, in fact, I love it…sometimes. It hasn’t always been this way, as my parents and brothers can attest to: I wasn’t keen on waking early for the bus, I wasn’t keen on going to class as I… Continue reading Student In Waiting
February has come to be a special month for me. I’m not a big believer in a specific day to celebrate love, like Valentine’s Day or Mother’s Day or Father’s day. Why just celebrate one day a year, it’s something to be celebrated every day. Especially when Steve and I have the love and relationship… Continue reading The Love Month
You know life has a funny way of doing things to get you off-kilter. I’m getting better and I know I am but then this spin starts, where start to feel a bit uneasy. The next thing I know, I am isolating myself and feeling more and more ill-at-ease. My depression and anxiety heighten and… Continue reading spiralling and climbing
I am a butterfly emerging from a cocoon. I have lived so long with my depression and unacknowledged PTSD symptoms, that I grew accustomed to this shell of a person. I’ve wrapped myself in layers to protect myself from others and in the process, I’ve also isolated to the point of being unrecognizable to myself. I… Continue reading Learning Who I Am
As I wrote a few days ago, I have submitted an essay for Trillium College Holiday Wish Campaign. I met with them today and I have to say, I was left feeling a bit weary of the college itself, although the program seemed ok, it sort of felt like a big money grab. Because of… Continue reading Am I too cheap?
In just a few short months my oldest child will be 16. This life is so much different than we had imagined 16 years ago at this time; not better or worse, just different. Christmas time will always be a time of remembering for me. Our first child was due on New Years day but… Continue reading Reflections and Growing Grief
So it’s not a big surprise that moms have a difficult time with self-care and self-love. As someone with PTSD, this can be even more challenging for me as I deal with a myriad of other emotions along the way to love and care for myself. This past fall I joined a group that ran… Continue reading Putting me on the List