Maybe if I write about writer's block, it'll go away. You know, just like those bullies that called me "four eyes" and "nerd" and "goody two shoes" at school. In a way, writer's block bullies me too. There are many times throughout the day whether I'm in the car, in the shower, on a run, … Continue reading Writer’s block is a bully.
Category: anxiety
Three years later
I'm sitting on my porch typing with a bum elbow. It's been hurting more today because I've been busy. In the kitchen. Like a good little wifey. Like the wife/mom combo I thought I would be. I came out here with a glass of cab and a head full of thoughts, hoping to get something, … Continue reading Three years later
I think mini backpacks are cool and I don’t care who knows it.
I'm finally feeling like myself again. It's taken a shit-ton of work. Physical work. Mental work. Emotional work. Hours of therapy. Hours of running. Of listening and meditating on music that feeds my soul. Of advocating for myself and my physical health. Recently I've been reconnecting with the Elizabeth that's down deep inside, the girl … Continue reading I think mini backpacks are cool and I don’t care who knows it.
Not this time
The "Write" button at the top right freaks me out every time. I don't know how it's different than picking up a pen and writing on paper. But let's be honest: that freaks me out too. For years and years before the advent of blogging (people know that this word originally came from web + … Continue reading Not this time
Sitting in silence
I always wondered why when I went to my grandparents' or great-grandparents' houses, it was quiet. It was quiet except for the hourly tone of the clock. It was quiet except for the shuffle of a newspaper or drip-drip-drip of the coffee pot. It was unnerving, really, and kind of annoying. Now, knowing that I … Continue reading Sitting in silence
The Mean Girl in the Mirror
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You're too tall. You'd better feign an interest in sports so people think you're living up to your height. You're too skinny and too tall. Your handwriting sucks. Erase and write your name again. And again. Be careful about showing too much of the silhouette of your body. Men will make noises at you when … Continue reading The Mean Girl in the Mirror
A lighted match
Anytime I think I don't need to go so frequently to the therapist, I'm proven wrong. Every. Single. Time. Sometimes I internally measure my need for therapy by how long it takes me to start crying in a session. I get a cup of tea from the Keurig that's provided in the practice I go … Continue reading A lighted match
Who Am I?
This question makes me think of the character Jean Valjean in my favorite musical of all time, Les Miserables. Prisoner 24601. That's how he was known for years and years. And I think up until his dying day, it's an identity forced on him that he carried to his grave. We all have identities that are … Continue reading Who Am I?
Remember
The best way to crawl out of a pit of depression and doubt is to remember what God has done for you. Even if you're not 100% sure he's in the day-to-day goings on, there have to be clear marks that he's done something good in your life. Not that he's cause something to cause … Continue reading Remember
Fulfilled
For the past couple years I've been on a quest to find out what on this earth makes me feel fulfilled. What can I do, where can I go, that makes me feel the best kind of emotionally exhausted at the end of the day. I haven't quite found the pot of gold yet but … Continue reading Fulfilled
MPM 2.0: mercy unmasked 