I have been down in the deep. Weighted in the murky gray and ignoring the calls to free myself of the seagrass that have tangled about my feet. Processing. Processing. Processing. Being kind to myself has never been an easy place to live in. It is easier to be alone. Saw a friend today, it … More DEEP
Nothing puts me at ease like painting. Decided to do a mural. It’s my first one. Was always so terrified to try my hand. This was an unplanned thing. I painted the wall, which was all I was going to do. Then just kept going. Glad I did. It was good therapy. There are words … More Therapy
It has almost been 3 months since my son’s passing. Still processing. I find myself analyzing myself a lot. Wondering if I am doing it correctly. As in, am I sad enough? I should be more sad, I should be curled up on the couch or in my bed. Not eating. Not wanting to participate … More Dance
INTO THIS DEEP 