DIARY OF A FLOPPING FISH

When I wrote “Open the Curtains”, I advised changing three small things if you want change in your life. One of the three things I changed was to write this blog regularly. I have failed; but if I were to dwell on the weeks’ missed then I would beat myself up too much to write any further posts. So, today I am not going to beat myself up. Today I will write you a blog post on procrastination and how to overcome some of the pitfalls. There are many different reasons why pe

If you’re reading this, it is likely because you are trying to come to an understanding about your trauma. Many resources identify the symptoms of different disorders and how to diagnose them, yet there is a limited number of resources on what healing would be like when you begin the journey. We all want to believe that when we walk into the therapist office, we will instantly feel better, when in reality it takes many sessions with a therapist before one begins to have some

Healing is not a linear experience, nor is it pleasant or easy. It is far easier to let yourself drown in addiction and misery than it will ever be to drag yourself into a therapist’s office or rehab.

We will all encounter a traumatic event at least once. It may be a death, job loss, or many other things. Suffering is intertwined with the human experience, yet we still try to escape it instead of facing it. Some of us seem to weather the storm better than others, but it is not simple to answer why. There are a lot of different factors that affect how we deal with a traumatic event, and the answers are forever evolving. One solid fact remains: We will never be the same pers

Plenty of books and websites provide ideas on how to change bad habits, but what about changing your life instead? Who we are can generally be boiled down into a series of habits. We might see prominent habits in someone like indecisiveness, but the trait is made up of several smaller habits. Addictions are habits, but the kind that take over your life and permeates every part of it. Sometimes the issue is not addiction, but a person’s destructive mentality typically associat

Outside of my window the snow is blowing around as if in a snow globe; swirling and swirling, but it never seems to land. It seems as if time outside has stood still though the roads have been plowed and the garbage picked up. The world looks the same, yet entirely different. Inside my small one-bedroom apartment little has changed in days. Sure, different food has been made, the dirty clothes pile grows larger, and dishes continue their cycle of piling and being washed, yet

I remember working a standard cashier job while I was in my late twenties and a vision of my future came to me between the scanner beeps and impatient sighs of customers. If I stayed on the path I was on I would become disheartened and hollow; just a husk of a person whose dreams were crushed long ago. I see those people all the time working checkouts and sales jobs; they put a smile on, but you can’t help notice that their soul was run over by the dream crusher truck. Ther