Trauma & Excessive Commas

“Anything that’s human is mentionable, and anything that is mentionable can be more manageable. When we can talk about our feelings, they become less overwhelming, less upsetting, and less scary. The people we trust with that important talk can help us know that we are not alone.” ~ Mister Rogers

Honestly, I don’t feel like doing anything today – a case of what the great Dana Carvey calls “the fuck its”. But, alas, I must go to work, where, as always, I will have fun. Now, do ya think I used too many commas in that last sentence? I’ll just say that there’s not a lot of room for more. I was trying to be frugal, but I stand by my punctuation. So, moving forward. I saw an old friend yesterday, at work, just as my shift was beginning. I’ve known her for 24 years – she was my first…

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My Diary Exposed

life , writing , zerotohero

Tiffany Blair

Be yourself; Everyone else is already taken.
— Oscar Wilde.

Poetry. Fiction. Articles. Journaling. Even a few rantings.

These are all things I have put to paper or typed to my computer screen. Some have been shared, most have not. Writing, though, has always been an important part of my life. It has been my therapy, my memory, and my best form of communication.

Recently, I spent months putting the pages of my diary into the makings of a book. I revealed my darkest moments in hopes of shining a light for others. As therapeutic as it was for me to spill all of my confessions into written words, the idea of potentially helping others with those words was invigorating!

There was so much to say, and some of it simply did not have a place in my book. I still wanted to share it, though. I NEED to share…

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I hate technology. So naturally I created a blog.

Creativity, Healing, Humor, Technology, Transitions

Katrina Freitag

If I had it my way I would be running around the world without having to abide by intentions or boundaries.As beautiful as my mind is, it has created dis-ease for me most of my life without me realizing it. Now, I am trying on the understanding that my mind and all its creativity is here to work with me for the purpose of my soul’s greatest desire for expression. I’m writing this blog because I don’t know what else to do right now, because every time I have and idea and am ready to get jamming my body is like HAHA PSYCH! (Chronic illness is really fun.) I wanna scream at my Mr. Miyagi soul, telling my inner grasshopper to be patient so I don’t keep jumping around the field until I get chopped up by a weed wacker. This almost happened on several occasions before I learned how…

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