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It has now been seven years since the trauma of 2017 and, I can say with complete certainty, that I am far better off physically, mentally and spiritually, then I was prior to it.  Before I got sick, I was fairly physically fit, as I would take spinning and boot camp classes a few times a week. However, two years ago, I got a Peloton bike, and I am now spinning and weightlifting (Nothing crazy of course!) 3 to 4 times a week, in addition to strengthening my core through Pelot

After about one month of being on hormone replacement therapy or Hormone Pellet Therapy (Implanting small pellets under the skin to deliver a consistent level of hormones into the bloodstream), I started to feel more alert. I began to have an interest (and the ability to sit still) in watching some TV. I vividly remember this time, as it was right around Christmas and New Year’s Eve. A few of the series I binge watched were Switched at Birth , Free Rein and Heartland . Note:

The five nights (or six days) that I spent in the locked facility seemed like an eternity for me. During my time in there, my mind was constantly flooded with a mix of thoughts including intense anxiety and frustration; feelings of isolation, paranoia, and claustrophobia; fear of the unknown and of never leaving the facility, among others.  I was grateful that the last night, my doctor told my husband that if I slept at least six hours, then I could be released.     Before my

Please bear with me, as I have a great deal to share with you.   Fast forward to day 3 in lockdown …   That morning, one of the staff told me that I needed to go to the nurse station for some reason or other. As I stood there waiting for someone to assist me, I noticed all of the patient’s charts, including my own on the shelf. Thank God, that was when my eyesight was better and before Presbyopia set in. Interesting Fact: Presbyopia, or age-related farsightedness, usually bec

I have a lot to say about the hospital stay, so please bear with me. Back to my first night in lockdown … As soon as I was done completing my paperwork, they showed me to my room, which was nondescript and it had a cold, sterile feel to it.  As I entered the room, there was a bathroom/shower room on the left. The door wasn’t a typical door, but it was similar to what you would see in the stall of a rest stop - not a lot of privacy. I assumed that it was a safety precaution. 

Back to that ominous Saturday… Once my husband and I returned from walking our dog, my anxiousness took on a life of its own. I recall a few incidents that led to me ending up in the frightening emergency department that night. Just as I put the leash down on the counter, I felt this surge of aggressive energy fill my body and I couldn’t sit still. I started pacing back-and-forth. Although, I don’t quite recall how I got there, I just remember being in my bedroom and trying t

In a few of my blogs, I’ve alluded to the "trauma of 2017," which was stressful, frightening and distressing. While I was going through it, I truly did not know if I was ever going to same person as I was before. Given the significance of this experience, I will share unfiltered details of how it all began; how we went about identifying and solving the key issues that were taking place in me; to finally triumphing over it and experiencing an inexpressible freedom. This is par

Recently, I had a few experiences that got me thinking about control and how it affects our lives. I would imagine that we all have engaged in some measure of controlling behavior, especially as most people want to maintain some sort of control over their lives.  Fun fact: When God created us, He created us with free will to make choices that are either good or bad, rather than try to control us. However, it seems as if there are many people who feel perfectly justified to tr

As human beings, each of us has some sort of physical pain, challenges or limitations. And perhaps, as you are reading this, you are in such excruciating pain that you are not sure how you are going to get through it or IF you’re going to get through it. I truly understand that feeling. I have experienced pain so severe, that I have wanted to scream and throw things, and at times, I did. It was the kind of physical pain that is so bad that I became discouraged and felt like g

It’s been almost 7 months since Krieger (or "Kriegs") my sweet German Shepherd boy passed away. For some reason, I woke up this morning particularly sad and missing him, and the tears keep rolling down my face.  I am heartbroken. I feel like I lost one of my best friends and feel so very empty right now. When he first died, I cried for weeks at times, I would have such a gut, wrenching cry, and I felt like I was screaming inside. Seven months later I am experiencing some of t