No, not me. I just want to be one. I have seen heroes. I'll tell you about a few. I met a mother in the middle of the night, in the middle of the road. There were cars crashed around her. Her eyes were huge as she told me she didn't know what to do … Continue reading Who’s a Hero?
Several things happened in the last few days reminding me of how easy it is to forget minding our personal emotional health. We all get tired and I'm no exception We get distracted, don't feel well, or simply complacent and abuse slides into the gaps of our defenses. Everyone has abusive people in their lives. … Continue reading Silently Buried Under A Volcano Of Abuse
Have you set a budget? Maybe that's why your funds are running low. No, I'm not talking about money. No one has infinite resources, stop acting like you do or believing anyone else does either. Your resources are time, energy, emotional and mental health. It's all held in an account you might not have ever … Continue reading Overdrawn Again? Make A Budget
You feel restless, off balance, alone. You can't relax, your usual means of unwinding isn't working. You are ready to run or fight for your life, but the danger isn't apparent. You are afraid people will think you are losing control and you are afraid they might be right. You have no one to say … Continue reading Trauma As Big As The World?
As we go into summer and the long road ahead to fall, taking care of ourselves and those around us becomes the first and most important step for ensuring all of our goals are met. We drive ourselves hard, push and then push some more. We have lost people who have been unable to continue. … Continue reading Take Care Of You
We can feel helpless to change the inequity in our system, we know we need to vote, but we feel there must be something more. All of our efforts are positive and still, we feel a gap in making real change happen. Lead with what you know best. Everyone has an experience that is their … Continue reading Asking For A Friend
There was nothing I could do. People were screaming for me to do something. I couldn’t. I was 18 years old, it was my first EMS call, I was just out of school. Two thirteen-year-old boys got into their parents gun cabinet. I looked at my partner, panicking, I couldn’t think. =================================== He shook … Continue reading No More