Inspiration & Perspiration

When I decided to start this blog, I wanted to help people by sharing my stories, my struggles, and to put an end to my writers block. I also wanted to share with you my triumphs. Not only so you can delight in them with me, but also to inspire you that no matter how rocky the road there is always a proverbial light at the end of the tunnel. Live, fight, survive, and thrive . That is my motto. I have been in quarrel with myself for the past few days on if I should share the purpose of my sudden absence over the last two weeks. I want to hide it from the world, but I feel like I'm wearing a Scarlet Letter. Like a blemish that no amount of makeup can hide. I often feel ashamed of my mental illness, but I wasn't made to take things lying down. It's just not encoded in my DNA. So, why not use this as a platform for my soapbox? It is time to start a serious conversation on the taboo of mental illness. 2 out of 3 Americans struggle with it, that's a whopping statistic! It

                 The chair creaks as the metal scrapes against the wooden floor as she takes her seat in the roadside diner. The air wreaks of coffee, blueberry pie, nicotine, and loneliness. The walls are filled with pictures of their life-long customers with celebrities who happened to cross paths with the diner on their way to bigger and better towns. For a moment, she daydreamed about how she may be destined for a more grandiose kind of life. She wondered if a different scenery would make her finally find what she’s been looking for- happiness.                   The waitress smiled, and her spearmint gum and cheap perfume permeated in her presence. She envied her for a fleeting moment. How she wished she could smile, even if it were fake.                 He ordered two coffees, a slice of the blueberry pie, and two forks. She pours the sugar into her coffee as if she were planning on making syrup. It makes him chuckle.                 “Theo,” he extends his hand for he

So, I’ve been playing around with writing prompts trying break up this never ending bought with writers block. I got a few paragraphs in before the wind in my sails died. I like where my story is heading, just got to find a way to get there. Stay tuned for part 2. PROMPT : Write about a character who can’t laugh.                 She stands there, toes at the edge. Peering over the cliff. She ponders what the fall will feel like. “Will it make me feel weightless?” She smiles at the thought, for it seems like she has been carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders for far too long.                 Standing there, eyes closed, arms spread wide open, she begins to lean forward when she hears an unfamiliar voice. “Excuse me, Miss.” His voice was warm, rugged, and frantic.                 Again, he repeated himself a bit more emphatically, “Excuse me, Miss!”                 With her eyes still closed, she lowered her arms and turned to face the stranger. She ope

I have been researching for the past 2 days on how to follow up my next post and make it as interesting as my last. This may not be as gut-wrenching and tear worthy as my first post, but I have found an interview with Psychiatrist, Dr. Robi Ludwig that I feel I can add some helpful coping commentary (I would say "mechanisms", but the Doc came up with the tools, I'm just adding my 2 cents and comedic relief.) to. I know I have used a few to help myself in the past. Now, for some of you who have been or know someone who has suffered with depression, you will know that we have incredible "highs" where we feel untouchable. We can conquer the world with just a lift of our pinkie finger. Those phenomenal "highs" are followed by those melancholic "lows", where we are as moody as a teenaged girls sleepover and feel like we can accomplish nothing. Sometimes these "lows" can be avoided or staved off. I do not recommend opting out of profe

As the end of each year approaches we ready ourselves for new chapters and new changes we want to make in our lives. To turn the page and start the next year with a clean slate. As 2016 came to it's end, there were so many things for me to look forward to- my beloved Granny coming down for a much anticipated visit. She would be here for her great granddaughters birthday and Christmas. On the outside, you would've thought my life were perfect, and for the most part it was. My daughter is smarter and more beautiful than I could of ever hoped she would be and it wasn't for lack of parenting on all parts. My relationship with my parents, which was once very tumultuous, had blossomed into a wonderful and reliable means of emotional support. I had a beautiful home, a dog, and a from what everyone thought, the perfect relationship with my child's father. Behind closed doors, we were failing miserably at making one another happy. It was a long time coming so, to make a lo