There are times when I cannot explain much of anything because of the madness. When the madness sweeps over me, feeling like I am the wreckage from it all, I have a choice to make. I can choose to become part of the madness or I can see the sweetness in it all.
We walk around thinking everyone else is going to be on our side. We believe they will understand us when we explain. We assume others care. These are misplaced expectations that turn into tremendous frustration that squashes our growth. Just do you.
Last night’s tragic events in Las Vegas plowed me over this morning when I heard of the horror of last night. It is good to have compassion for others and it is good to be appalled at this horrific event. It is not okay to spiral out of control over it. Gently and quickly had to…Read more »
I have the least patience for others on days I physically feel the worse. The battle can become a “how to shoot someone who outdrew ya.” On those days, hurting people seem to come out of the woodwork and find me. I get to choose how I react. The more practice I get, the better I…Read more »
My amazement with trauma comes with the triggers it creates during chronic illness. In some ways, I have dealt with the actual traumatic incidents better than the backlash years later. Chronic illness has me more sensitive than ever. I feel like a pin cushion. Most of it is the odd interactions I have with humans that…Read more »