I have to be honest.  When self isolating started to take place, it kind of felt a little familiar.  But it took me a few days to figure it out.  You see, self isolation is already a familiar experience to people who have already gone through losses such as death, divorce, job loss, abuse and neglect.  People like us know how to be at home…

I know you are sitting alone at home every night, afraid.  The few places outside of the safety of your home you relied on after your loss to begin again are closing their doors.  Your local coffee shop where you made small talk with the person behind the counter each morning is more distant and wearing gloves.  The very few hugs you got from friends,…

You start out with one small home.  There, you put the toughest memory of your life.   Your saddest story.  The one thing you cry about in bed at night.  You visit it daily.  You bring it out when you can.  You share it with others.  And then one day, something else happens in your life.  Something harder than that first story.  You take the new…

What if I told you that the journey you are on is so long that you can’t see the end of the tunnel.  That every day will feel like eternity, and every step is so small that you can’t tell if you are healing or not.  Then what if I said to you that some days you will feel as if you are going backwards. …

They will grab your arm as you are walking down the street minding your own business.  They will yank it a little, not too much at first.  When you don’t stop walking, they will jump in front of you loudly speaking.  Forcing you to stop and listen to their expectations of you.  You see, they are used to you carrying their bags.  Taking on some…

I wish I could play the piano.  If I did I would find a special key for rejection.  And it would sound like a drumming sound.  Piercing through every layer of my heart.  It would be probing.  And lengthy.  It would allow the ears to also know how it feels to be turned down.  I would then look for the key to depression.  Slightly more…