Denying the truth doesn’t change the facts
I am sitting having my coffee listening to my Reiki healing music. The song I am listening to is called, Divine Mother. I am in my living room and have just fed my dogs. Outside the snow is gently falling down. Mystical. I am thinking back to the last three years. It has been almost three years since my mother stonewalled me. Silence. Continue reading “Divine Mother | Secrets”
Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace, and gratitude. —Denis Waitley
We just had our Canadian holiday; Family Day. My son had come home for reading week from University. He, my husband, my two rescue dogs and I, went for a walk.
We decided to go for a long one; 2-hours. Continue reading “Grateful. Here’s why.”
We accept the love we think we deserve. —Stephen Chbosky
I have recently pondered a very sad memory. My son played hockey for years.
I am the type of person to let people be. I am a very quiet person, and I trust a few. I am an observer. One time I was at the rink. There was a mother with her little 3-year-old child. The mother was very overweight, loud and opinionated. Continue reading “Getting beyond the lies. You are worthy.”
It is easier to build strong children than to repair broken men.
I haven’t written a blog post on attachment and how important it is. I have written about the “Attachment Theory” in my book, My Courage to Tell.
It’s an important piece of study. And probably the most important thing that we need to know. Why? A child needs to attach to feel secure. The less attachment, the more insecure a child feels. Continue reading “The Heroes | The Ones that Help the Children”
Singing gave me enormous confidence. I could stand on stage, and I had no fear. I was no longer that child hiding in my closet.
—My Courage To Tell
I read recently how much music has an effect on us. Some more than others. I know it did for me.
When I was in my 20s, I sang. It was a very important time in my life. I had come a long way from hiding in my closet when I was a child. Continue reading “Singing! How it helps heal.”
If you are reading this, you may be interested in what CD and ODD are. First I want to very clear; I do not know if anyone in my family has a “disorder”. There has not been a diagnosis and I am not a psychologist or psychiatrist who can make these determinations.
Do I have my own suppositions? Yes. I certainly do. And I do not talk about those publically. I do talk about concerning behaviours that I have witnessed. And I leave each individual to make their own determination. We are all entitled to our own opinions. Continue reading “What is Conduct Disorder and Oppositional Defiant Disorder?”
It’s Slow. But I am Healing!
As most of you know from following me and my blog, I have been dealing with C-PTSD, anxiety and panic attacks as a result of dealing with old buried trauma from my childhood. I am working through deep-rooted trauma from years ago.
So along with that, I need to realize that there are many changes going on in my life. When things go wrong, I start to feel anxiety and panic. Continue reading “Trauma from Childhood: It’s a Slow Process”
Random Acts of Kindness
At this time of the year, I am deeply grateful for all that I have.
Christmas can be a tough time of year for a lot of people. I often think about Saint Nick—the man behind the story of Father Christmas. Little Laura has drawn her picture of Christmas. I have posted it in the masthead. Continue reading “Kindness at Christmas Time”
Why do we self-sabotage?
Ok, I don’t know why it is that we minimize our abuse. It is an interesting phenomenon.
I have written my book on bullying and psychological abuse. I met with psychologists who told me how important it was to tell my story. Continue reading “Why do we minimize our abuse?”
A poem to lift you up!
The holidays can be a very trying time. Especially Christmas.
This is the third Christmas that I have not seen or heard from my mother. But things are getting easier.
It has been a struggle, but I have risen above the madness.
Continue reading “Hope. Never lose hope.”