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My Blues Are My Own
I woke up feeling a little blue this morning. Another reaction to the holidays. My family celebrates in multiple events now, and mine has always been Christmas night. I need to be thankful that I can gather with them at all. What goes through my mind are events throughout my life. We have a large…
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Anxious Mornings
I woke today with my wall of anxiety awaiting me. It’s a feeling that overwhelms me, some days more than others. The feeling has been with me my entire life. I remember the first time I felt some comfort in my personality, was seeing a therapist around the age of 18. My therapist gave me…
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PTSD – The Children
When I was twelve years old, I lost my cousin. He was five months younger than me. We were close. I didn’t really understand what was happening when we drove to his home for the memorial service. The funeral was held in his catholic elementary school church. I remember the whole weekend trying to piece…
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Exploring Skeletons
My day has been spent exploring my past. I realized something this morning that is out of my control. I can only make my own adjustments in my world, this small world where I keep myself safe from outside influences. So you ask what I mean by such a statement? I feel like I have…
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Good Morning
It’s how my day begins. I’m in my chair with a coffee and scanning the news, while my dog lays nearby with a toy. I have a couple of choices to make. I keep watching the news, or I choose to put on some music. I’ll begin with some Moody Blues to perhaps find inspiration.…
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Adjustments
It’s been five years for me. A lot has happened since Covid. None of it has been illness related from the effects of the disease. Just changes in my life, those that I had no idea were going to happen when they did. My marriage fell apart at the end of 2019, two weeks before…
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Show Goes On – Part II
I’ve spent the last couple of days, soul-searching as is such a catchy phrase when trying to answer the difficult questions in our lives. I ran a theatre program for three years that began with nothing, and at least had something, when I saw the writing on the wall that told me it was time…
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Something About Love
When I think about Thanksgiving, I remember eating too much food, playing in the snow outside my cousin’s home. I remember waiting for my Granny to let us all come and sit down, but before that one of the uncles, sometimes my dad, was carving the turkey. I remember traveling to Minneapolis or Duluth or…