I used to whisper her name to myself over and over again. “Grace. Grace. My Grace. Grace.” Her name was a lifeline that I desperately clung to through the waves of grief and pain and rage and sorrow that swamped me. Her name was my manta.
I had planned to hide today. To bury myself under metaphorical covers and avoid the flood of Mother’s Day messages on Facebook and all over the stores. To lose myself in books and movies and pretend this emotional day doesn’t exist. I’ve struggled with Mother’s
Moving is exhausting. That’s what I’ve remembered (again) this week. Moving is exhausting. I don’t know about you, but when I’m overly tired, my mind can get a little….monkey-ish. Jumping around to all sorts of insecurities, fears, and second-guessing everything. It’s been quite the week
Happy April! April always brings up mixed emotions for me – it’s usually when Spring comes into full bloom and I adore springtime. It has a wonderful sense of new beginnings and possibility and abundance that I love. April is also the month that holds
Change. It can be a doozy. Ever feel like life can sweep in and pull your foundation out from under you? That’s been my experience the last few days. There’s been shock and fear and grief and anger. Uncertainty, insecurity, and an achingly hurt under
It seems I’m going to continue to break the rules of the counseling profession that say I shouldn’t share “too much” personal information. But I don’t believe that staying “objective” and “distant” as a counselor serves anyone. As humans we aren’t wired for objective and