I love dirt. Always have. Always will.
It’s that time again, and this year there’s much to do.
Dissociation is a mental process of disconnecting from one’s thoughts, feelings, memories or sense of identity.
A sampling of random thoughts on a Saturday morning.
Fall is a time for letting go, and I’m doing just that.
Why does it take the heart so long to realize what the head already knows?
I’ve had about enough of you people who think we should all be positive no matter what.
I met with my therapist this week and she made a shocking announcement to me: “You are no longer depressed.” Wow! Really? I knew I’d been thinking that, but to have an objective observer who knows me well to say so is affirming. So what does a person who has suffered with depression for much […]
When wading hip-deep through the Swamp of Depression, I thought I was just hurting on the inside. Now that I’m exiting the swamp, I can see a panoramic view of my depression. This morning I saw a photo of me during a recent volunteer activity for a political candidate, and I saw my physical size […]
It’s been two weeks since June Buggie was hurt. For several days he remained confined to Rumpy’s crate that was converted into a makeshift hospital ward. There was room for a litter box, food, water, and a towel to lie on, but no room to move around, which was good because he didn’t need to be moving […]