The world we live in is a loud, active and sometimes confusing one. We work, live and sleep in a non-stop lifestyle. Even when we are asleep, the digital world keeps going. We sometimes feel like we miss out on things while we are sleeping, so as soon as we wake up, we grab our
Late March, 2013. I was a mom of three, working full time as a mental health associate in a large mental health facility. I loved my job, but my marriage and home life were falling apart.
I went through my life happy, carefree and unplanned. I was in my early 20s and just wanted to finish school. Mother’s Day 2004 changed all of that forever.
I have a decade’s worth of work in mental health. During that time, I never imagined being in therapy of any kind myself. I’ve been through a lot, but hadn’t really thought about seeking out help.
In 34 years, I’ve lived a pretty interesting life. I graduated college in 2007 with a BA in Clinical Psychology. By then I was married, had two of my three kids (the third one was born in February 2008), and had a job straight out of college. I’ve worked in the mental health field for
Maybe you think I abandoned you. Maybe I did, in the sense that I stopped needing you so bad. I didn’t forget you, though. During this big absence, I kept thinking about ways to come back to you, to make you active and interesting again. I kept planning and planning, and letting the days go
I feel before I see it. The winds come first; they tell me the secret of a thousand stories. Fierceness lies quietly underneath – the prelude of a thunderstorm that can break me apart.
Wild and restless heart, can you hear the song of the world? Does it tell you all you need to know? Or does it only fill you with more wildness and restlessness?
You can. There’s no question about it. The only one who can stop you is, well, yourself. I know – everyone says that. But there’s something particularly true in what is timelessly repeated. It’s very easy to find excuses. I don’t want to hurt him. She will be mad at me. I will disappoint them. I will be judged for it. They won’t understand. I don’t know how. It’s all excuses. Stop this, right now. You can. And you should.
For the last few days (ok, let’s be honest here – for the past few months), I’ve been trying to define in one word what my 24 were about. It took a lot of internal debate, long night conversations with my inner selves and some retrospective reflections, but I think I came up with the ideal one: Honesty.