Earlier this month, I went with a group of friends to see a comedian. (I won’t say the comedian’s name. I don’t want this post to be mean spirited—that’s not what this blog is about.)
I was looking forward to a night of adult company, good conversation and hearty laughter. Because let’s face it, we all need a good laugh every now and then. After all, laughter has been proven to boost the immune system, lower stress, decrease pain, relax muscles, prevent heart disease, improve mood, ease anxiety, strengthen relationships and much more.
My friends came through with the good company and adult conversation. But what happens when the headlining act doesn’t bring on the laughs and the comedy show only manages to go from bad to worse? Continue reading
Recovery from abuse/pain/grief/depression, you name it, can put a lot of stress on your body. These ideas can help, or at the least, reduce those harmful effects. And the best part is they work for anyone. Try them. Share them. It’s about healing. Bluntly speaking, there are times in life when we all need to move towards healing.
However, It’s important that I point out to you that while all of these ideas can be beneficial, you may need to see a professional to make sure there’s not something more serious going on. Don’t be afraid to see a specialist to get the help you need and deserve. Do it for yourself. And for your loved ones.
Self help ideas (in no particular order):
Positive self talk– maybe you’ve been put down so much it’s hard for you to even think, let alone say, anything positive about yourself. (Read my short story “Broken” where I talk about my inability to say anything positive about myself). You need to be your own champion. Learn to love yourself – no matter what. Tell yourself, I can do this, I am someone, I matter to myself and others, I’m worth something Continue reading
When I first developed PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder), I never thought I’d end up being a spokesperson against domestic violence. I certainly never thought I’d tell my story. Shame and disgust ruled my world. I wanted to hide from life. At times, I wanted to die to ease the ache of betrayal and loss. I grieved deeply for who I used to be. What I’d never become.
Who am I? I asked myself over and over.
“Nothing,” echoed in my mind.
I told no one of this deep dark secret for many years.
When my brain would blank out, trying to protect itself against triggers, I’d forget the most basic things. And people thought I was stupid. Continue reading