A quickness in the breath A clearing of the throat A flexing of the knuckles To keep oneself afloat Hands are used to to push Through hours and through days Whispering encouragements And building up with praise Work through others' tensions Massage away the pain They walk away unburdened And thank you for their gain … Continue reading The Weight That’s Left Behind
depression
My Best
I did my best until I couldn’t anymore and suddenly, one day, I stopped. I’m still recovering.I spent a lifetime at my best. Ceaselessly pushing, holding myself up. Everything at its peak. Running on all cylinders, all the time. Nothing less. I spent years on eggshells as I waited for my best to pay off. … Continue reading My Best
Gardening
When I feel myself dipping into an all-too-familiar rabbit hole of worry and focus on everything that is going wrong (that hole, with its darkness and dankness and suffocating closeness) I'm trying to recognize the good things more. I'm trying to step back - just a little - and remember everything that has gone right. I'm reliving … Continue reading Gardening
The Weight We Carry
Originally written in 2020 I took the kids to the park yesterday and was looking forward to just checking out on my phone while they played. And then, 10 minutes after arriving, I was spotted by someone I had worked with years ago. As it turns out, she lives not far from me, and had … Continue reading The Weight We Carry
Pocket Sized 