Bow To Your Thighness: 3 Guiding Principles For Physical and Mental Health

I’ve always hated my thighs. In high school, jeans shopping was a complete nightmare.  I know what you’re thinking, “Isn’t it always?” or “Wouldn’t we all rather stick our heads into the yawning mouths of lions or alligators or piranhas than shop for jeans?” To which the answer is a resounding YES.  Yes, we certainly would. Hell, wouldn’t we all rather stick our heads into the ASSES of these animals, if it meant … Continue reading Bow To Your Thighness: 3 Guiding Principles For Physical and Mental Health

Zip. (A Mental Health Awareness Poem)

zip. a blooming line. red. zip. zip. a rush of agonizing relief. ziiiiiiiiiip. torturous and comforting. a dislocation of the pain. zip. it feels better. to bleed. It’s National Mental Health Awareness Month.  Make an effort to become more aware. Continue reading Zip. (A Mental Health Awareness Poem)

Paper Fetish

Everyone has something peculiar they enjoy.  Some hobby, some craft, some chore, some strange cuisine, some type of entertainment.  Something.  Weird.  At least I think they do.  Anyone who isn’t boring does, I guess. I have a paper fetish.  I’m infatuated with paper.  I love combining colors and patterns into pleasing designs.  When I scrapbook I create paper art with the addition of the faces I love. … Continue reading Paper Fetish

Depression is Analogous to Treading Water

Depression is hard to explain to those who haven’t experienced it firsthand. People who are lucky enough to not understand it often brush it off, and expect the depressed to just, “snap out of it”.  There’s no limp, no rash, no wheezy cough.  It’s an invisible ailment.  The disease is misunderstood and has a negative stigma and it can be embarrassing to admit you have mental health condition. … Continue reading Depression is Analogous to Treading Water

The Accidental Marathoner

I have two Mes. Real me is caring and giving and kind.  Real me is never bored, because there is always someone to love or something to create or something to enjoy.  Real Me relishes weekends, family, friends and manically pursuing hobbies.  Real Me even loves horribly gray days and days when the basement floods and days when a baking dish explodes in the kitchen because there is always so much more to be … Continue reading The Accidental Marathoner

A Bit Of Gray Peeking Out

Don’t you hate? Heavy lids, dull eyes, jealous heart. Hateful thoughts, ugly lies escaping. The stifling cocoon of inadequacy. Slumping shoulders, curved spine, bent knees. Longing for the all-consuming comfort of open wounds. The weight of exhaustion.     Don’t you love? A bit of release. A full intake of breath, balanced with a paired exhale. A bit of gray peeking out, from behind the … Continue reading A Bit Of Gray Peeking Out