Tag: stress

  • Word press weirdness

    This is the first time I’m posting about the site I use to blog, and I’m becoming confused by the weirdness. Sometimes it will not post for days, other times it will post six times. It will occasionally use English to tell me why it hates me, other times it’s a string of error codes…

  • Heartbreak

  • January 4th

    January 4th

    My week off is almost over and I’m sad to see it go. (If I’m being honest with myself, I did work half of it but it’s such a change it’s feels like an entire week of relaxation.) I cooked, cleaned, snuggled the kids, and throughout it all felt there was so much more I…

  • Anxiety

  • Clairvoyant

    Clairvoyant

    The second day of January came in like a lion, making me wonder if the year was shaping up to be the one of clarity I’m craving so much. Perhaps I became concerned about low visibility because of the blowing snow, but it was probably seeing the Jeep a few cars ahead spin into the…

  • December 30th

    December 30th
  • Thoughts the day after getting hit by a truck

    So many new experiences this year I’d have been just fine without having. Some people say you’re never given more than you can handle- I say that a steaming pile of horse…stuff. I see people given stuff they can’t handle every day, things they should never have to handle. Sometimes they do, sometimes they can’t.…

  • Boxing Day

    The day after Christmas has often been a bit of a let down, but this year our plans kept us ramped up. We were going on our fun family vacation, just because. The kids could hardly wait while we packed, almost equivalently excited as they were the night Santa was on his way After a…

  • Darkness and light

    Darkness and light Neither exists without the night And the day to light the way Both within, Always without To cast away one Is to let in the doubt Breathe in the air Exhale the earth Sister and brothers Death after birth Endless the loop Of laughter and pain Grief and suffering Humour and gain…

  • Imposter

    Imposter

    Some days you’re flying on the top of the world, other days you’re waiting to be led away in cuffs. What if they knew everything? Would they believe in me more than I do? Or would the opposite be true? Would they look at me, frown, and turn away, wondering how they ever made such…