Around my birthday I often think about why I started this blog.
Tag Archives: mental health
peace
Several years ago I went to a therapist (the good one, not the strange, odd and flakey ones I needed to speed date first) not because I felt off but to make sure I was as on as I could be.
If we can walk by plants day after day and not know they are dying, it might be the same of ourselves.
telling stories
Last night a man said something to me that stopped me in my tracks.