The Issues with Depression Depression can be difficult to talk about and even more difficult to explain. Depression is different for everyone and challenging to deal with especially when the symptoms conflict with completing everyday tasks. It can be debilitating and paralyzing, prohibiting you from doing what you usually do on a daily basis. Understanding … Read more
If you talk to any avid sports fan they aren’t ashamed to tell you why their team is the best. They know the stats, what it takes for their team to go all the way. Talk to someone into TV Dramas, they can explain the complicated lives of their favorite shows, may even know lines … Read more
I, like many, had another post I was going to put up today, but in light of this week’s events, I’m afraid it would be inappropriate to not be aware. First and foremost, my heart goes out to each and every individual involved in the Las Vegas shooting. No one should ever have to … Read more
Domestic violence. You’ve probably seen enough headlines and news articles about it to last you a lifetime. There are hundreds of books that have been written based on true stories, told by victims of domestic violence. You might even be experiencing it yourself. If so, please head straight to the bottom of this post. Right … Read more
I’m going to start by throwing my hands in the air and saying that I am neither a professional makeup artist, nor a professional photographer who owns high-end photography equipment. What I am, though, is a very enthusiastic lover of all things makeup and blogging and recently, photography. Still with me? Brilliant. Many bloggers are … Read more
What do you see? #Compassion First I must ask..does it kill to be good ? Do you feel that you need to receive something back for doing a good deed? Hold that thought,We’ll come back to these questions in time. But for now, lets use our imagination.. Take a walk with me, lets go down … Read more
Like most tragic events in life, large or small, I would be hard pressed to tell you how this all began.
Did it start as early as I suspect, from infanthood, the feeling of abandonment that children get when their parents are not quite ready or capable of being the kind of parents that provide not just the material goods we all require in early life, but the sense of love and security that any child needs at the beginning, by being held and reassured?
Knowing what I know of my father it is possible.
Did it start once my schooling began when one little incident marked me for life as the loser, the one to be pointed at, the one to be pushed aside and shunned, hearing the words come out of the mouths of your peers that crush your soul down into a little compact box, never to be opened?
Was it coming home, hearing the same words and phrases (loser, lazy, ugly, worthless, nothing) from my father that I heard from my peers every day, reinforcing the idea that I was nothing more than what I was told?
Was it being no more than twelve or thirteen years olf after my mom was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis and having my father leave for another woman, leaving his son to carry the burden of being the ‘man’ of the house for three of four months, walking two to three miles to do the shopping, cleaning bed sores and taking care of a mother the son barely knew as a person?