23 years ago I was almost 8 months into the journey of loosing my mom to suicide. If I am honest, I don’t really remember much from… Read more “Surviving… Thriving”
Being Real, Real Love
Friday afternoon, it was official that the person I have worked under for over two years is leaving. The news came right as I was leaving to… Read more “Being Real, Real Love”
2 years, 24 months, 730 days
Tomorrow will be 1,051,200 minutes since I was hired in my current positon as Director of Behavioral Health Services at Round Rock ISD. The day my hire… Read more “2 years, 24 months, 730 days”
Complicated Grief
Complicated grief… a phrase I have heard for years… especially as a counselor… yet I never really understood it until the last few months… until I started… Read more “Complicated Grief”
A little stocking, a lasting message
Every Christmas I can remember, there has always been this one special ornament. It is not the most expensive. It is not the prettiest. It is not… Read more “A little stocking, a lasting message”
We were just fishin’
This last week we spent the holiday at a wonderful lake house my sister found. We knew we needed to do something different since my stepmom’s death… Read more “We were just fishin’”
You are not alone
It is ironic that almost a month ago I blogged about being guarded and crumbling… I was to a point where I couldn’t help but acknowledge I… Read more “You are not alone”
Guarded and crumbling
So the last few weeks I have been binging Chicago Med. Somehow in the midst of having a baby, buying a new house and a new job,… Read more “Guarded and crumbling”
Suicide… stop simplifying a complex issue
Did you know September 1st starts Suicide Prevention Month? Did you know September 5-11 is National Suicide Prevention Week? Did you know September 10th is National Suicide… Read more “Suicide… stop simplifying a complex issue”
A grief that can’t be spoken
August 22, 2021…. exactly 23 years since my mom died. August 21, 2021, is the celebration of my 42nd year of life. As much as I try… Read more “A grief that can’t be spoken”