Some time ago, I wrote about feeling like Satan had a grip on my life in a way I couldn’t shake. I also remember the comment of someone snarkily poking fun that I believed in that (pretty sure I deleted them). You know how I can be a people pleaser, and I’m just so sad…
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And Here We Are.
It’s been so long since I wrote on this neglected little space of mine. I wonder when I hit publish if it even will, or just collapse like a dying star. Ah well. 😉 In the nearly 4 years I’ve been off this space, so much has happened and yet – so much is the…
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And For This Fall
Last year I told you all we were putting Bella in school, for the first time. She turned 8 that fall, was heading into second grade, and I really felt that she needed a different change of pace for that year. We’ve loved the school she’s at. It’s a private one that also offers a…
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Death Becomes Her
Last week I sat on my therapist’s couch, trying to explain how I felt lately. “It’s almost as if,” I paused thinking of how to word it. How did I feel? I raised my hands up to my throat without even knowing it. “As if I’m suffocating. It feels like death is everywhere I look,…