In my first post titled “You will never make it without anti-depressants” (part I), I spoke to you about my burnout and what helped me through it. And for three years, I felt content, complete, and hopeful that I would never have to go through something like this again.
All was Quiet On The Western Front… until
“You will never make it without antidepressants.”
These were my psychiatrist’s “words of encouragement” during our first session, when I uttered, between my tears, that I wanted to try to get through this without medication.
The five years prior to this meeting had been anything but a walk in the park.
I wrote this poem in a moment of deep sadness, feeling a sense of loss – lost in the world we live in, the values it espouses, the fears it harbors – loss of where to fit in. And so I dedicate this poem to all those who, like me, feel lost in today’s world.
Two things prompted this post: My friend’s, Jennifer, blogpost on Gratitude, and a quote I read yesterday – “The grass isn’t greener on the other side, it’s greener where you water it”. This post is an ode of gratitude to the many Blessings in my COVID-impregnated life.
2020 has been one strange year to say the least. So, in the spirit of last week’s Christmas poems, I thought I would share with you some of my favourite New Year poems as we welcome 2021.
Christmas is meant to be all about celebrating God and his present to this world: the birth of Christ. Our Redeemer & Saviour. But, in a secular world, that’s precisely the bit we ignore, discard, or simply relegate to an ignorant superstitious past.
These are four of my favourite Christmas poems by William Arthur Dunkerley. My hope is that they may inspire you during this year’s 2020 Corona Christmas.
This post is for caregivers who wish to tread off the beaten path and explore new ways to connect with their child.
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This is my second post, inspired by Martin Luther King’s “I Have A Dream” speech. This time it’s all about parenting.
No life is devoid of pain and sorrow. But why? What’s the purpose?
So I imagined: What if Grief wrote us a letter. What would she want us to know? Here’s what she had to say.