Tag Archives: mental health
January Fifteenth; The Battle Within and Finding an Acceptance for Self
One of those struggle days. I’m not going to lie here, I try to be honest. Well, unless someone asks me how I’m doing and it isn’t one of the better days. I still say I’m fine, because I know … Continue reading
July Twenty-ninth; Depression Doesn’t Discriminate
Some days can be a struggle. I am long overdue for a trip to hike the mountain, but today is supposed to be one of the hottest days of the summer. I could probably handle it, as long as I … Continue reading
June Fourteenth; Are You Brave Enough to Battle Dragons?
Are you brave?Not the run into burning buildings, face an angry mob, or even jump from a perfectly good plane brave, but every day brave. The brave it takes to face every day with all you have and as the … Continue reading
Day156; Footnotes of Taking Out the Trash
My son is not going to be happy. I’ve been doing some cleaning. Stuff that had no purpose and simply needed to be thrown away. All of their usefulness long worn away. All of those old papers that had piled … Continue reading
Day 103; Footnotes of Another View on Confusion
The blog that I wrote this morning, , “Okay, I’m Confused” was meant to be a lighthearted take on confusion. With me being retired and all the days seem to run together. But, it isn’t all fun and silliness. Person … Continue reading
Day Fifty-eight; Footnotes of Fear
I have problems getting people to understand the deep seated fear that I battle. They cannot or will not comprehend what I am afraid of and why I am afraid to begin with. Even my own son, gives me the … Continue reading
Day Thirty-five; Footnotes on my Inspiration From the Book
Being that I spent so much of the day with mom, I really didn’t get to read a lot. (I’m reading; Forward Discovering God’s Presence and Purpose in Your Tomorrow by Dr. David Jeremiah) Yet, even with what I read, … Continue reading
January Fourteenth; New Goals from Scribbles and Scraps
Sitting here staring out the window at the dull, bareness of Winter. The sky is that dull, grey, overcast blanket that is doing nothing to cheer me. Even the birds are quiet this morning. If only the sun would come … Continue reading
Day 366; Footnotes of emotions
Right before Christmas I put new batteries in six candles. Only one is left working. I had a couple strands of solar lights that I brought inside today. When they came on earlier, one only worked a few moments, … Continue reading
December Thirtieth; If I Could Give a Gift
Finally, the end of a nightmare year is in sight. We are on the eve, of New Year’s Eve. Outside my window the sky is heavily overcast, just as it seems this year has been. Storm clouds of various forms … Continue reading
Words from The Dirt Road 