Tag: anxiety
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Snakes, Turns, and Revelations
In the days following my friend’s stepson’s suicide, I felt a growing uneasiness within me. Fear for myself gripped me, and I could not explain why. I mean, like I said in my last post, I likened the incident to being cut by flying shrapnel, not taking a direct hit. Still, the trepidation began to…
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Suicide?
Disclaimer: this post is about my personal mental health journey. It is not intended to be an in-depth or all-inclusive summation of suicide. If you or someone you love has an immediate need, please call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 9-8-8 or visit https://www.mentalhealth.gov/get-help/immediate-help. The tragic death of a young celebrity recently ignited rumors about what may…
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I Promise. I Am Fine
I write this for those with whom I love who got understandably stuck on the first portion of my previous post – especially those who have experienced the grief and trauma of losing a loved one to suicide. I hope this post sets their mind at ease. I hope those reading with mental health issues…
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Revival
I suppose it began on my birthday during my Galveston retreat with God when He revealed to me the extent of my unhappiness. It has lingered even in my safe place – work. Click HERE to read the post mentioned above. There is a long underground walkway connecting the building where the main chaplain offices…
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Abbey of . . . Galveston – Day 2 and 3
I originally intended to keep the unedited journal concept going, but after this evening’s adventure, I elected to simply provide the highlights rather send my readers down the rabbit trail of my internal dialogues with God. Day 2 I had the bright idea to walk to the pier in the opposite direction from the one…
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Abbey of . . . Galveston
Below is an entry from my prayer journal in its raw, unedited version. I haven’t even gone back to re-read it other than to delete personal names and add some photos. I’m afraid that if I re-read it or attempted to edit it for grammar or clarity, I would lose my nerve and never hit…
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Stay
I bought my first house – closed just a few weeks shy of my 48th birthday. And it’s terrifying. The fear stems not from the normal first-time-home-buyer worries such as money and the new obligations and responsibilities of home ownership. Rather, my trepidation stems from one word: STAY. I have spent my life living like…
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Living for the Done
While listening to a past episode of Mayim Bialik’s Breakdown, Glennon Doyle summed up quite succinctly what it is like for me to live with anxiety: living for the done. Never looking forward to a thing outside of my routine (and even dreading some things within my routine) and always looking forward to the moment…
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Ah . . . Cinnamon!
I wish it had known about Mayim Bialik’s podcast, Breakdown before now. How inspiring and comforting it would have been for me during the height of my pandemic breakdown. Well, I know about it now and have begun listening from the beginning. She is my type of person – bridging the head and the heart…
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Renee-Fusion
Working in a hospital on a holiday can be quite boring because the census is usually down which means fewer patients to visit. It even means fewer food options in the cafeteria. So, on Labor Day, armed with my cup of ice water, I took a break in my usual late afternoon darkened corner of…
TRA.Perspective 