ShareI’ve used it. The #bodypositive hashtag. It had been a good, but emotionally tough weekend, and when I dolled myself up one night when my husband and I were out of town, I felt pretty. I felt good about myself and my physical presence which is something I have struggled with embracing my entire life.
ShareI was a wannabe depressive in middle school. I knew people who had threatened to commit suicide and had been through serious trauma. I was a bit of a drama queen and latched myself onto those people. I remember contemplating suicide-not enough to follow through-enough to wonder how I would do it. I never have
ShareTwo weekends ago I felt lightheaded. I took my blood pressure that Friday and it was normal so I wasn’t sure what was going on. It had finally begun getting warm outside and stopped raining, so maybe it was just the barometric pressure change throwing me off? The next day I didn’t feel any better
ShareThis past weekend I was able to attend the keynote at Hippocamp and it was exactly what I needed to hear. I’ve written a couple pages of proposed book #2 and wasn’t “feeling it”. It felt like a lame account of memories that weren’t collected in detail and wouldn’t be of much use to anyone
ShareFor the past month or so, life has taken me down a road whether I wanted to walk it or not. I officially moved in with my fiance, I came upon the deadline to get my book proposal to my editor and I’m finalizing the details on our wedding. Anxiety has been a frontrunner in