It was off to the races and my thoughts and feelings were galloping around in my head.
Out in front was ‘This and that’ followed closely behind by ‘Panic’ and ‘Fear’. Neck and neck were ‘Hopelessness’ and ‘Despair’ while ‘Stuck in the Mud’ was definitely stuck in the mud and sinking.
Do your thoughts race? Continue reading
The fuel gauge on this soul wasn’t on E for Enough, it was on E for Empty and Exhausted. How do we restore the soul?
Life is exhausting at times. Demands come from everywhere. Things start to fall apart and you’re that little less patient. Anxious and depressive thoughts gain a strength of their own, but you have to keep going. Continue reading
‘I’m such a failure’
If you’ve never quietly said it about yourself, then you will most likely have heard it from someone else.
This post is to help you help others you have problems with a failure mindset.
For myself, I can so easily personalise my failures into ‘I’m a failure’. Continue reading
Pressure within is building.
How do you let it out without destroying precious relationships? You prick the balloon in a safe controlled planned out way. You need to let it out or it will eat you up. Continue reading
To heal, we need to humbly accept the truth of our human fragility.
There is a soap opera here in New Zealand called Shortland Street. In the very first episode, a nurse tells a doctor a simple sentence that has become, believe it or not, part of New Zealand pop culture.
“You’re not in Guatemala now Dr Ropata.”
In the scene, a mother is about to deliver a baby, but there is no obstetrician available. There is, however, a new doctor fresh from working in Guatemala. He wants to help, but the nurse is determined to stay within the boundaries of hospital policy. So she uttered those memorable words.
Sometimes I want to tell people these words.
“You’re not in the Garden anymore.” Continue reading
Guest post from Cyndy Lavoie
Years ago I was struggling with anxiety.
It had come on so fast (within just a few months), and so strong that I was seriously considering going to the doctor for some medication to help.
When I am anxious I feel it in the middle of my back. My muscles lock down and it feels as though a band is constricting my torso. The rest of my body feels wired up and ready for an emergency; my fight or flight mode kicks into high gear.
Prior to this I had never been prone to anxiety but life had become exceptionally stressful due to a primary relationship that was becoming increasingly unsafe both emotionally and psychologically and which was leaving my future very uncertain.