The Uninvited Lesson of Preeclampsia
I found this essay yesterday while searching for something else. Since today is the fourth anniversary of Rachael’s stroke, it seemed apropos to share it here this morning.
Michael Rode His Boat Ashore
Last week, the news felt like some sort of extended posthumous birthday notification for my dad. I watched as Michael became a hurricane on Monday — the day before what would have been my dad’s 63rd birthday. Shaking my head, I had to laugh a little as the forecasts for Tuesday grew more dire. Of course. The hurricane discussions prior to landfall would have expanded his already large head such that fitting through doors would have been difficult.
Snakes in the Trash: Adding Insult to the Injury
My mom, sister, and I drove around New Bern yesterday, taking turns naming people we know who lost everything– family friends, personal friends, the children and parents of friends. My sister occasionally interjected with the name of someone who had to be water-rescued.
The Chromatically Challenged Lines of Definitely Maybe
Six months ago, I lost my dad. Or, was in the process of losing him.
The distinction between “here” and “gone” is fuzzy. What I know is that at 4:20 pm on March 28th, I thought the day was as bad as it could get. By 4:25, pm that perspective had been turned upside down.
Evacuation: Stop Sitting in Armchair Judgment of Those Who Stay
I’ve been staring at a blank screen for half an hour hours, trying to figure out where to go with this blog post. What do you even say as you watch your hometown become the center of national news?
Leap and the Net Will Appear, or Maybe it Won’t
I love it when people imply that medication is the easy way out of mental health struggles.
First, if that were true, sign me up. I think I’ve put in enough effort in the last three decades to earn a magic pill, no? Certainly, as I approach my five-year therapaversary, I have put in enough hours sitting on my therapist’s couch to deserve the occasional easy solution.
Distress Tolerance in a Box — Homework I Can Handle
If you’re an extremely perceptive person, you may have caught just an inkling of the fact that I have felt a little reluctant about this whole DBT group thing.