I moved across the united states from the only place I knew for 47 years. Our family did what we had to in order to find a place to fit in. Two years after moving, the mom and dad experience of the empty nest began. We had two kids leave the nest for college within 6 months of each other.
In the middle of this emptying of the nest, my brother, my grandma, and my dad died within a 3-month time frame. I lost an animal-child and was going through what most mature women go through. I grieved.
I grieved the loss of my home, my family, myself.
Three years after the major life changes, I was diagnosed with lung cancer but was fortunate enough (I think) to have surgery, and have been cancer free since May 2011. I lost a couple more animal-children and then the loss of my sister. I broke.
I grieved and I broke.
So, I blog.
Yes, I do!
I am a small voice of those who suffer from depression and wonder why they just can’t snap out of it. Why we have to rely on medications. Why just thinking happy thoughts won’t make us well. While I am at a point in my recovery that I can see where positive thinking helps me from falling back to the bottom, when I was at the bottom, that kind of thinking wasn’t possible. Many don’t understand this.
Blogging is what I do to live. It’s what I do in spite of what I deal with. It’s who I am.
I am an empty-nester, compulsive knitter, coffee lover, wannabe woodworker, photographer, mother of 3, retired stay at home mom, crazy cat lady, football fan. I enjoy the outdoors and digging in the flower beds.
Thanks for stopping by!