Category: grief

Breaking Away

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I'm almost feeling guilty, but I'm breaking away for a few days. I'm heading down to Calgary to re-connect with some friends and get away and clear my mind. The reason I'm almost feeling guilty is because I'm leaving Lynn at home on her own with the dogs, during GISH no less. It's what I … Continue reading Breaking Away

I am not where I wanted to be, but I’m finding my passion again.

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A pretty light day today. I had an appointment at the weight loss clinic in our medical practise today, and found out that I have lost 6 pounds of fat and gained a pound and a half of muscle in the last eight weeks. Considering I feel like I plateaued, that is still some significant … Continue reading I am not where I wanted to be, but I’m finding my passion again.

July 1, a retrospective on the first six months of 2019.

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At the half way point of the year, I find myself reflecting on the trials our family has faced. Losing Brenda in February, my subsequent hospital admission in March, some changes at the work, and the loss of friends causing me to attend more funerals this than I have been at in the last 10 … Continue reading July 1, a retrospective on the first six months of 2019.

Content Warning: Strike Two in my descent into PTSD

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Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com **Any names have been changed for privacy concerns.** The tones dropped just after 2300 hours.  I’d been in bed for an hour already, but while I was at work I was always primed to respond to a call. Just for good measure my partner pounded on the wall between our … Continue reading Content Warning: Strike Two in my descent into PTSD

Protected: Finding ways to reconnect

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Doing okay…

by thrutheashesblog, posted in ;, Balancing Mental Illness, Belly of the beast, borderline personality disorder, bpd, contemplation, DBT Skills, Depression, END THE STIGMA, Faith, Family, Fitness, Fuck Mental Illness, Goals, grief, Hope, journalism, loss, Making time for what's important, Mental health, Mental Health awareness, Mental Health recovery, Mental Illness Awareness, my story isn't over yet., People are easily offended, ptsd, reporter, Self-care, sheep dogs, Storms, suicide survivor, Uncategorized, Writing Therapy

Another beautiful day in this part of the world. It's both a good and bad thing. The bad is I don't function well in high heat. The good is, I don't have to shovel it.... Today was pretty fair overall. I was up early, got my workout in, and then headed to the local Seniors … Continue reading Doing okay…

Nothing changes

by thrutheashesblog, posted in ;, Balancing Mental Illness, Belly of the beast, borderline personality disorder, bpd, DBT Skills, Depression, END THE STIGMA, Fitness, Fuck Mental Illness, grief, Hope, journalism, Making time for what's important, Mental health, Mental Health awareness, Mental Health recovery, Mental Illness Awareness, ptsd, Self-care, Storms, Stress, suicide survivor, Uncategorized, Writing Therapy

According to the WCB shrink I spoke with back in April I am dealing with some permanent impairment thanks to the PTSD. I don't know if that makes me feel better or worse. On one hand it is gratifying to know that what is going on inside my head is real. On the other, his … Continue reading Nothing changes