“I am now focused on what I can control
And not making my mind, heart, and body pay a toll
Hurting my loved ones I will do no longer
Because my control over my thoughts and actions is stronger”Continue reading A Poem
A Poem
“All my life, I have never met a truer friend
Her eyes catch mine
Filled with tears, and in hers
I see only her concern for my reflection.”Continue reading A Poem
A Poem
My telephone rings.
I answer it.
It brings a voice unseen
from a world far away.Continue reading A Poem
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“I come to you, hold you
in these arms grown strong,
and tell you what I know—
it gets better.”Continue reading A Poem
A Poem
When you have to mourn
Then mourn.
When you have to cry,
Then cry.
It’s head down and on his knees
That a man remembers how to fly.Continue reading A Poem
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What now would you have me do?
I cast my eyes up to the sky
And above me, I see one red leaf
On a green tree.Continue reading A Poem
A Poem: Sliding
I need to find the strength to climb back up.
I know I can get there. Continue reading A Poem: Sliding
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Recovery is Loss for Susan, once my therapist You were so skilled that after ten, patient years of therapy my inner child graduated bridled yet unbroken, and so much kinder. I forgive myself, help myself to second chances, exile always and never from my lexicon. Empathy has routed shame. A raucous dinner party once ruledContinue reading A Poem
A Poem
1975 was the year psychobabble and Cognitive Behavior Therapy both made the pages of Merriam Webster’s Dictionary, and my dad re-married. My new word that summer in the backyard of our new two-story house was hammock— it had give, it made room for me. At nine, I could pull it around me like a cocoonContinue reading A Poem