Moving From Surviving to Thriving
November 21, 2017
Facing Fear, Family, Personal Growth, Recovery, Trauma Charlie Rose, depression, Gayle King, Mental Health, recovery, truth 27 Comments
Thanks to Gayle King, I’m in tears this morning…fresh tears remembering how hard it was to tell someone what Dad had done to me for so many years. And how similar Charlie Rose is to my Dad. The power. Oh. My. God. The. Power. More
September 19, 2017
Family, Personal Growth, Recovery, Trauma friendship, recovery, truth 30 Comments
Several months ago, a very cherished friendship ended.
I’ve been grieving the loss ever since, but today I’m really missing her.
Even though it was me who said I couldn’t continue the friendship, More
August 6, 2017
Facing Fear, My Journey with God, Personal Growth, Recovery, Trauma Action, Adventure, Family, gratitude, grief, healing, Mental Health, moving forward, recovery, truth 36 Comments
October 15, 2016
Alcoholic Parents, Family, Personal Growth, Recovery healing, Health, Mental Health, motherhood, parenting, recovery, truth 25 Comments
Over the years, I’ve heard several women say they had no intention of babysitting if they had grand kids, or even if they already had them. I was mystified. I couldn’t imagine feeling that way, and assumed if I had grand kids wild horses couldn’t keep me away.
Then I had grand kids.
While it’s true that wild horses can’t keep me away and I do babysit every chance I get…I think I now understand why some people avoid their grand babies and choose not to babysit.
The first few months after our first grandson was born in January was such a confusing mix of joy and pain. I couldn’t understand why I felt so much pain and sorrow when I was so excited and happy. More
June 20, 2016
Family, My Journey with God, Personal Growth Family, finding freedom, gratitude, healing, motherhood, parenting, recovery 35 Comments
Lucas arrived in January to our daughter and son-in-law…
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Dawson joined the party in May, to our son and daughter-in-law.
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These cousins are so cute, and has this Nana all in a swoon!!!
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January 24, 2015
Facing Fear, Personal Growth, Recovery abuse survivor, emotional strength, facing fear, finding freedom, healing, personal growth, recovery, Transformation, truth 22 Comments
***On a blog sabbatical until July 2015***
Keeping secrets, not telling. The truth was strangled in my throat for so many years.
Once I became strong enough to tell my truth to one, then another, I found increasing healing and empowerment in my words. Getting the awfulness out in the open helped make the darkness flee.
Over time, telling my truth to safe people strengthened me to be able to speak my truth to anyone -even if they didn’t believe me.
Starting this blog nearly 3 years ago has been such an incredibly important part of me speaking truth in a whole new way. Recently, I’ve discovered More
December 20, 2014
Facing Fear, Family, My Journey with God, Personal Growth, Recovery, Trauma childhood trauma, Christmas Memories, emotional strength, Facing Adversity, facing fear, Family, forgiving dad, Forgiving My Father, healing, Letting Go, Mental Health, recovery, Spiritual Journey, Transformation 13 Comments
Dad’s birthday is today; gone now nearly 5 years, he would be turning 92.
He hated Christmas. Apparently his birthday was forgotten every year in the midst of Christmas preparations when he was growing up. The pain of being forgotten never seemed to leave him. He would not allow us to put up a tree until his birthday had passed, and even then did so grudgingly.
I know now Dad’s Christmas experience is only a tiny window into his life story. More
