The anxiety has boiled over. Friday I hardly ate.Saturday I couldn’t stand the dogs. Every little thing they did annoyed me. Poor dogs. Yesterday was sensory overload. The noise. And smells. And my clothes. And breathing. Today
Something occurred to me today. It could be that I’m slow on the uptake and this is not a new insight for my fellow carcinomies (that’s what we call each other), but it’s new
I came across an article recently that got me all riled up. The tone of the article was essentially discounting professional athletes who claim mental health as a factor in their performance –a factor, mind you– and
I want to talk more about empathy. Now, I’m playing my card early by telling you this (which may or may not be a smart move), but I’d challenge you to read on, especially
“Empathy isn’t guessing how someone might be feeling based on your own hypotheticals. Empathy is courageously connecting with your own difficult feelings. Empathy isn’t trying to feel what the other person is feeling. Empathy is admitting that you don’t know how they
And the theme of March will be grace. Grace upon grace. grace [ greys ] noun. Freely given, unmerited favor and love of God. So often in our human minds we tie grace down with self-inflicted strings
I was sitting in her chair. She asked me how I felt about it. I said, “I hate it but oh well.” …And no matter which chair she put me in, I sat there,
How is it that I can feel the most healthy I’ve ever felt in how I engage with life while at the same time feel the most unhealthy I’ve ever felt in how I
Have you ever watched a water-skier? Or maybe you’ve experienced it yourself. Picture it for a moment or pull up one of your memories — You know… …the days where the water is like
It was at about this same time that I was coming to, the deep sleep and fog of anesthesia slowly lifting with each minute that passed. I tried to move but my body felt