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The Thinks I Don’t Want to Think

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Today has been a panicky sort of a day. My ongoing battle with anxiety and phobias continues.  However, I am pleased thus far with the EMDR therapy that my new counselor is using. Brain science has come a long way since the doctors told my grandmother (years ago!) to smoke cigarettes for HER anxiety.  She died of lung cancer.  I never have smoked, but anxiety certainly plays a big part in my life. Thankfully EMDR therapy is non invasive and does not require drugs OR cigarette! Since January I have been battling what I thought were really bad allergies.  I’ve … Continue reading The Thinks I Don’t Want to Think

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A Birth Day

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Thirteen years ago, my belly resembled a basketball as I shivered and shook my way through the evening at a hospital in Tennessee.  I didn’t know any of the doctors or the nurses.  In fact, this was the first time I’d ever laid eyes on the maternity floor at this hospital despite the fact that I was almost eight months pregnant.  The only person I knew was my husband, who squeezed my hand on the way to the hospital as he took a wrong turn.  I was in premature labor, and four days previously we had  moved across the country … Continue reading A Birth Day

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Shooting snapshots for my heart

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I just realized that the calendar on my wall is still turned to September. In a blink of an eye, everything changes, doesn’t it? Blink. I was ten years old and couldn’t wait to grow up. Blink. I was twenty years old and couldn’t wait to get married. Blink. I was thirty years old and couldn’t wait for my four-year-old to be able to tie her own shoes. Blink. Six years later, I watch and listen as my own nearly-ten-year-old child professes her desire to be all grown up. Today I find myself wandering around in a depressing funk. I … Continue reading Shooting snapshots for my heart