Heart torn –
yet not given
the precious gift of death…
I can only breathe in..and out…
waiting…
It’s nice how comforting pets can be when you are sad… I was curled up on the couch in a funk when my two cats insisted on lots of attention… they were so cute and earnest that I could not help but snap a few photos…
I struggle with depression and anxiety and I am grateful for anything that helps me feel better. I get so lonely sometimes, feeling trapped inside my own head with all my doubts, fears and racing thoughts.
I sometimes wonder why I struggle so much…. some days it seems like every part of my life is a struggle. I struggle to perform perfectly at work, I struggle to “get it right” all the time… no matter whether “IT” is making dinner, cleaning house, serving customers at work, being a supportive friend a good wife… I think I just have all these ideas in my head about what I am supposed to be…about who I am supposed to be and how I am supposed to act. Some days I look around and all I see are the things I need to do… I need to organize our house, put away our books, buy/build more bookshelves, clean our carpets, clean our rooms, catch up on all the laundry, work on my crafts for Christmas, finish with our Christmas Gifts…. My thoughts race and race… I think I need a few weeks to just catch up … no distractions… no excuses… no interruptions… 
Thank you so much SwittersB for nominating me for One Lovely Blog Award. You are so kind!

The Rules for the Award are as follows
1. You must thank the person that nominated you
2. You must list the rules and display the award
3. You must list 7 facts about yourself
4. You must nominate 10 others
5. You must display award logo and follow the blogger who nominated you
I cannot tell you how honored and humbled I have been by my readers… It is an amazing feeling to have such love and concern come my way from so many sources… Growing up in a home where kindness and compassion were so rarely displayed I still find myself surprised daily by the kindness shown to me by virtual strangers.
Seven facts about myself:
1. Without my husband’s constant prayer, encouragement and love I would not have dared to write this blog at all – it was because of his insistence that I deserved a space all my own to express my heart and mind that I started on this journey.
2. Photography as a form of art therapy has been one of the most important and effective methods by which my heart has begun to heal.
3. I am a dirt-loving, weed-pulling daylily nursery owner and I spend several hours a week working in my flower beds and welcoming the endless distraction of new blooms, buzzing bees, butterflies and hummingbirds — not to mention the occasional wild baby rabbit who will eye me from under some foliage.
4. I did not play with Legos until my late (very late :)) twenties… now I have 4 Lego sets – 3 of which are scenes from Harry Potter and I would much rather display them in my China Hutch than actual China… I love whimsy and playing games and my husband and I spend many an evening over a board game or playing poker with mini chocolate bars as the currency.
5. I have the widest taste in music of anyone I know… right now my collection contains artists varying from Benedictine Monks (which I am listening to at this moment) to Weird Al, to Creed, System of a Down, Crash Test Dummies, John Anderson, John Denver, Journey, Bon Jovi, Goo Goo Dolls, Rainforest Tribal Chants, Jim Croche, Jewel, Delerious?, Johna33, Michael W Smith…the list goes on…. I think ‘eclectic’ is the operative word here.
6. I am easily distracted… think Dug from the movie UP and his collar that allowed him to “Squirrel!!” talk to people… This is me, although my husband would likely argue my attention span is even shorter…
7. Maggots are my kryptonite… I can handle snakes, spiders, beetles, bugs, all manner of reptiles and amphibians – but if I am encountered by a maggot I cannot handle it…. it’s quite pathetic…but I will hug a snake any day of the week – I have even been bitten by them and know, logically, that they are more dangerous if not treated with proper respect…but this tiny insect larvae will leave me near tears and frozen in terror….
I have been enjoying so many blogs lately…but the blogs I would especially like to nominate are as follows:
Reveling in the Overflowing Grace of God
I’ve been thinking a lot about Dante’s Divine Comedy…specifically his Inferno and I have decide I have 7 levels of my not-okay-ness…I know this is not grammatically correct 🙂 But it’s the best way I can explain it… Here’s how it goes… In this scenario I knock my contact solution off the sink edge due to my infinite clumsiness…
Level One: I have no reaction… I just pick it up and put it back.
Level Two: I take a deep breath, sigh, then put it back.
Level Three: I take a deep breath, huff, blow, slam it back down.
Level Four: I growl at the contact solution, pick it up, slam it down, huff, mumble and clench my fists…then take a deep breath…
Level Five: I growl, glare at the contact solution, leave it there, huff, sigh, take a moment to calm myself down and take a deep breath.
Level Six: I yell at the contact solution, I glare at it, I kick it across the room, yell at it some more and pick it up and slam it down.
Level Seven: I yell at the contact solution, sink, mirror and any inanimate object around, I pick up the contact solution and throw it against the mirror, I cry, I pick it up and throw it again.
Does anyone else have days like this filled with irrational emotional craziness? I hate this rage…this overly emotional out of control feeling….I certainly don’t want to go through life feeling like this… How do I get a handle on it?
I know no one really like anxiety, but I hate the way I feel right now! My heart is pounding, I am having trouble breathing I cannot think straight… I hate this!!! I want to scream right now. I hate this feeling of fear – terror really. I hate feeling trapped inside my own skin. I hate the swarm of bees buzzing in my chest, the tightness in my lungs, the crawling in my skin the jangling nerves. I hate that I feel so helpless to this feeling. I hate this! I feel crazy and I feel desperate and I would almost do anything to make it go away….