Mental Health with Meraki
And Still I Rise
It has been a long while since I have uttered up the strength to write and be vulnerable, but I figured no better time than Mental Health Awareness Day. So here we go: This last year has tested every fiber of my being. It has required me to dive deep into my own self and stop putting others first. It has made me make decisions and changes I was not ready for. It was time to take care of me, not just physically, but mentally and emotionally. Dark and I became best friends. There were moments when the darkness didn't...
New Year. Tenacity.
Bringing Real and Raw right into the New Year: " And so, another year comes to an end, and you made it. Whether the year was good or bad, you made it. You got through 100% of your bad days, and that's pretty incredible. So, if no one's told you yet, I'm so proud of you. You'll make it through once again." 5 days into 2025. I have humbled myself already with all the goals and plans I wanted to start January 1 and still have yet to accomplish. As most of you know, I am not one for resolutions...
Rome Wasn't Built In A Day
Vulnerability in the hours and days that followed was my willingness to show up and be seen, even when there were no guarantees that I would be understood.
Sweeping up the pieces
"What are you wanting to heal from? What does healed look like to you?" I sat in therapy for the first time in a long time, a few weeks ago, and my session ended with those questions. She told me I kept talking about wanting to heal my mental, physical, emotional, spiritual, and financial health, but I couldn't give an explanation to what I was healing from. It seemed like such a loaded question. AND better yet what the healed version of me looked like. I walked out cried and felt so lost. That is a lot to process. I couldn't...
Comfortably Uncomfortable
Life is a dance between the familiar and the unknown, between comfort and discomfort. It's in this delicate balance that we find ourselves constantly evolving and pushing boundaries. We teach ourselves to mask feelings, avoid conversations, find temporary fixes, fill voids, amongst other tactics because they are all things that are comfortable. What happens when we decide to be comfortably uncomfortable? Can being uncomfortable become a friend? It's in some really hard moments of unease lately that I have truly discovered what I've been capable of and uncover hidden depths within myself. Some of the depths are great and others are...