Winter Fatigue

It is so cold outside.  It is February and while that should be expected, I live in Texas for a reason. However, this year apparently Texas is drunk. Or bipolar. Or both.  Mother Nature is delivering all 4 seasons in the span of 3 days. Everyone is sick.  Sinus congestions. Coughs. Snotty noses. Asthma exacerbations.

When Everything Breaks

I am getting divorced.  My husband is an alcoholic. I think I may be an alcoholic.  It is only now, after 2 years of being in survival mode trying to keep everything together, that I am seeing things more clearly; I am finding myself again. But to tell this story, I need to go back.

When everything breaks…part 2

I had another post about this but I took it down. After some constructive criticism from people I trust, I realized that there was some risk in my anonymous writing being tied back to someone who did not choose to tell their story. I was so consumed by my circumstances that I lost my voice,

Torn

I’ve been wanting to write something for a couple of days but I haven’t know how to put everything in words. I’m still not sure I do. I’m torn on healthcare, on opening up the country too early, on what kind of job I want to look for now… You see I have asthma and

People pleasing and boundaries

I am a people-pleaser. I have discovered I have terrible boundaries. My default is “yes”. I think this comes in part from a childhood with a mom that did everything for everyone all the time. Same with my grandmother. They were the consummate caretakers of everyone around them. I grew up to become a nurse.