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  • Monday Mark – 21.5 & 22.0

    Monday Mark – 21.5 & 22.0

    21.5 – For Last Week’s MM: “For last year’s words belong to last year’s language. And next year’s words await another voice.” – T.S. Eliot “Almost everything will start working again if you unplug it for a few minutes… including you.” – Anne Lamott What language of your life in 2025 will you leave behind? What…

  • What a Broken Woman Needs

    What a Broken Woman Needs

    In light of my last post and the event surrounding it, I’ve sat pondering what it is that I truly need. I am the Broken Woman, and have been for decades, despite how much time and effort I’ve put in to fix myself (over and over again), to pick up those repeatedly broken pieces and…

  • The Struggle Bus

    The Struggle Bus

    Sheesh. I really fell off the Journaling/Blog wagon, didn’t I? We’re already on the 4th day of the new year and I’m finally planting my ass in the chair to write. The Struggle Bus has left the station and descended into the Void of Despair. Last night was rough and I wasn’t in a good…

  • HALT

    HALT

    HALT is an acronym my EMDR therapist gave me a while back during one of our sessions. It stands for: Hungry Angry Lonely Tired It’s used as a self-check tool to help identify basic needs that may require attention and fulfilment. For some reason, I woke up with all four of them. I made it…

  • Monday Mark – 20.5 & 21.0

    Monday Mark – 20.5 & 21.0

    20.5 – For Last Week’s MM: The first rule of dealing with drama: don’t hang around people who are constantly creating drama. The second rule: never forget the first one. Apply the 80/20 rule. Who in your family generates most of the drama? How can you spend less time with them this week? Give yourself permission…

  • Monday Mark – 19.5 & 20.0

    Monday Mark – 19.5 & 20.0

    19.5 – For Last Week’s MM: The one productivity system that controls all others: your emotions. When you are in love with what you’re doing, everything gets easier.When you hate what you’re doing, no productivity hack will save you. What would it look like if you didn’t hate that thing you’ve been forcing yourself to do?…

  • What am I [to you]?

    What am I [to you]?

    Last night, I asked if you were going to pause the show we were watching (as it was after 9p and you had to work in the morning), except my brain shorted out at, “Are you gonna…” and the words I needed got blown away like a plastic bag in high winds. By the time…

  • The Struggle is Real

    The Struggle is Real

    I’ve recently become aware of a concerning pattern with regards to my mental health. I want to note that awareness (admittance?!) of an issue is the first stepping stone in healing/recovery. This isn’t just my opinion, either. Many programs and therapists and all that know that figuring out what the problem is and admitting it…

  • Monday Mark – 18.5 & 19.0

    Monday Mark – 18.5 & 19.0

    17.5 – For Last Week’s MM: People don’t burn out from doing too much. They burn out from doing too little of what matters. The only thing worse than failing at something meaningful is succeeding at something meaningless. Think of your most recent success. Was it meaningful? If it wasn’t, what do you wish you’d tried…

  • It’s a Slippery Slope

    It’s a Slippery Slope

    Recovery from Addiction is a mountainous climb that involves many treacherous situations. One wrong move and you’re sliding down that slippery slope back to the bottom. I’m addicted to nicotine, but I won’t say that I fully understand other addictions. I believe I have a good enough grasp of it, based on the research and…

  • Monday Mark – 17.5 & 18.0

    Monday Mark – 17.5 & 18.0

    17.5 – For Last Week’s MM: When people ask, “What is my life purpose?” What they’re actually asking without realizing it is: “How can I use my time in a way that feels meaningful?” You don’t find your purpose.You build your purpose, experiment by experiment, mistake by mistake. What do you spend your time on that feels meaningful?…

  • Xmas Season… ugh

    Xmas Season… ugh

    A year ago, I was in the throes of questioning my ability to make good choices when it came to men (a repeating pattern, unfortunately), wallowing in mountains of self-pity, severely beating myself up for being utterly stupid – yet again – for falling for sweet words and promises that turned out to be lies,…