Keywords: Stories of my life – some , coping , grief journey , joy , loss
The “me” in this photo is almost the “me” before my parents died. This “me” is the one who almost always had an inner joy. Even on the darkest day, this “me” could talk myself out of despair. The current me is “walking a narrow path through the loss………taking sips of sorrow…..” as Julia Alvarez says in her beautiful novel Afterlife.
https://what-mama-thinks.com/2021/11/20/a-place-where-i-want-to-be
Keywords: menopause , menopause phase , blogger , blogging , midlife , midlife women , perimenopause , women , womensissues , womenover40 , womenshealth , womensupportingwomen
So far, my experiences with midlife have given me much to think about. While sometimes I still have to return to my list of coping skills, I usually come out better and happier as a result. I delve deeper into self-work, forgiveness, and compassion. And with all of the chaos and craziness, midlife has helped me reckon with the strange and different I would have probably shied away from years ago. Midlife has helped me welcome the surprises of unpredictability. And in the right light, I find myself reveling more and more in the unknown.
https://navigatingthechange.com/2021/11/15/my-experience-with-midlife
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Too many hours and days have gone by without laughter and I am not sure about you but I am fed up with seriousness. Laughter has so many advantages, the biggest one for me is that it reduces stress.
https://prestonadventures.wordpress.com/2021/10/30/knock-knock
Keywords: adhd , anxiety , bipolar , c-ptsd , depression , help , mental health , mental illness , resources , your not alone
I also want to be able to show those that are not struggling what it is like so that they can have a better understanding of us. I want to break the stigma.
https://onemomentatatime486277057.wordpress.com/2021/09/25/repost-this-is-me
Keywords: anxiety , arteriovenous malformation , avm , brain fog , brain surgery
Do you [ever] have those day when you are just exhausted and you can’t get anything right? It is so hard. Right after brain surgery that was my daily life. It’s gotten better over the years, but it still happens more often than I’d like. If I can’t sleep at night my next day never goes well.
https://livingalifeunclear.wordpress.com/2021/09/25/dealing-with-brain-fog
Keywords: life + style , self care and worthiness , anxiety , helplines , postpartum , postpartum anxiety , self care
Remember you are not alone in this – so many these days suffer from anxiety, seek support from others when you need it, there is nothing to be ashamed of. Reaching out shows strength and also demonstrates bravery for speaking out.
https://justyouraveragerose.com.au/2021/08/09/anxiety-acknowledging-my-anxiety-and-knowing-you-can-overcome-it
Keywords: personal growth and spirituality , abraham maslow , creativity , psychology , self-development
A different way of looking at “the used life,” perhaps. As a means of using our capacities to create a firm foundation. As a way of coping with stress, overwhelm, and crisis. We’ve all got to have something—some series of behaviors, rituals, activities, skills—that make life worth living when it doesn’t feel that way. As for me, mine are rooted in the stuff of daily life. I have discovered that, no matter where I am, as long as I am making use of the present—by being creative, by using my body, by engaging my senses to the fullest and fulfilling the single most important responsibility I have to myself—to be alive— the miraculous is always in my backyard. It’s in my neighbors, my friends and loved ones. It’s in the birds and the butterflies. And, of course, it’s always in my kitchen. It’s dinner, friends. It’s dinner.
https://theusedlife.com/2021/07/05/a-life-worth-living
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On the bright side, though, I have been lucky enough to try out lots of different subjects, disciplines, activities that I truly enjoy; I think it’s far better to have too many options to choose from than to have none at all.
https://overthinkingmywelcome.wordpress.com/2021/05/08/what-to-choose
Keywords: at home , anxiety , depression , grief , widow
For a long time, I was better. Maybe it was the counseling. Or the meds. Or the cocoon of safety my family provided me. Maybe it was the daily run in the middle of summer in Texas, when the heat lanced all feelings straight from the wound. Maybe it was the job I couldn’t wait to start. Whatever it was, it didn’t matter because I was better.
better – Michelle Underwood (michbelleunderwood.com)
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