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THE WELL OF TEARS – MAKES ME WELL

I wasn’t writing to memorialize my son, but rather to express the anguish of grief and how that changed my life. I further explained, “The therapy of writing it all down, is now it’s out of me. I don’t have to agonize over all those details anymore. I have carried these stories with me for so long, deep in my subconscious! Now I know that I have them on paper. If I ever feel the need to remember, my writing is there for me to read – I can truly let it go now. All the energy it took to stuff my feelings has been released. I had no idea how much energy that took!”
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THE PRESENT IS MY GIFT

My hypnotherapist, Connie, had suggested that I start a blog. This was because I was emailing all of my friends like crazy. I was writing to friends from childhood and all parts of my life. It was therapy for me, and I received such an amazing array of heartfelt support while my mom was on a respirator for two months starting last November. I didn’t think that 50-year-old women blogged! Continue reading

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GRIEF 101 – PART 1

I am no different from other humans that are grieving. I just feel that I might have a gift with the ability in writing to describe those feelings. Just because I can write about it, doesn’t mean that my grief is any deeper than anyone else’s or any “worse.” There are no ways to ever, ever compare grief. I used to do that. But I eventually learned that it really doesn’t matter. It never made me feel one ounce better to think my situation was “worse!” Continue reading

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I KNOW I’M LEARNING, “WRITE” OR WRONG

The post title, “I KNOW I’M LEARNING, “WRITE” OR WRONG,” refers to the fact that I was always the “good girl.” I was used to being told that everything was clearly either right or wrong. I never wanted to disappoint my parents, and I have had a lot of difficulty allowing myself to see things differently than them.
My father has a severe hoarding problem. Honestly, it’s very severe. It has been one of my mother’s greatest aggravations. I am, on the other hand, very organized and can throw things away.
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