Counting Sheep

The reason I failed to write last night, is what I am thankful for today. Sleep. Sleep; that elusive, evasive, enraging element that when lacking erodes sanity and leaves us on the cusp of a dangerous precipice; torn between keeping our balance and shepherding sheep which have wandered too close to the edge back to solid ground. It is the moment between falling asleep and startling awake where I spend most of my nights As someone with anxiety, my mind is always racing. Always running from subject to subject, thought to thought, worst case scenario to catastrophe. I lay awake … Continue reading Counting Sheep

Bitter Sweet November

November is a hard month. It is the month in which most people perk up and pay attention. It is the month where being grateful and thankful are suddenly in vogue. It is the month where even the mundane becomes magical. It is the month I stubbornly avoid. It is the month I refuse to acknowledge; my calendar jumping from October to December. It is the month I wish and will away. It is the month in which my mother died. In the years following her death I found very little to celebrate; very little to be thankful for. This … Continue reading Bitter Sweet November