A Guest Post by Michael Lynes There is a Reaper…Creation Almost four years ago now I first sat down in front of my computer in my office, driven to somehow find a way to honor the memory and life of my son Christopher Aaron. I thought I would write a few words, something to try and capture some of the memories, some of his spirit, before they became too far removed from memory and distorted by time. I sat there, really just lost, and unable to find a way to begin. Touching back into those memories was like opening a long shut door, reentering a place of fear and failure and pain that I was not sure I would be able to handle. I typed a few words and discarded them. And then I typed a few more, with the same result. I realized that, in order to tell this story I would have to face my fear, and my failure. … click here to read the full article.
Welcome, everyone. I’m so glad you’re here. If this is the first blog you’ve seen from the self-harm series, please go to the archives and take a look at the previous interviews after you read this one. If you’re currently self-harming, my hope is that you find someone’s story that you can relate to and see your own possibility for recovery in them. When I first decided to write this series, I thought I would have a hard time finding willing interviewees, but that wasn’t so. I found Patti, Caren, and Sami who told their stories for the sole purpose of letting others know that hope and healing is within arm’s reach. Now I want you to meet Kate, a young lady who resides in the UK. She is still on her journey to recovery and I’m so grateful she was willing to talk with me. CL: Welcome, Kate! I … click here to read the full article.
~ by Bob Marley or Bob Dylan? Not sure. A meme with this quote was in my newsfeed on Facebook the other day. It made me stop scrolling, I thought about it for a minute. It was nice… but also poignant. It made me wonder what I may have missed so far. I scrolled on. Today, when I finally pulled myself out of bed, I decided I’d better run a few errands and get some things for the house. Then I’d return home to get my day going. Last night was the fourth of July so I slept in later than usual, which was lovely. My holiday was spent at my cousin’s house who lives out in the country. I had fun with my peeps and then got some much-needed rest. The first store I stopped at was Dollar Tree. While I was waiting in line behind a mom and her … click here to read the full article.