This time last year I shared with you the Positivity Challenge. It’s something that has truly changed my outlook on my life and my relationships. Trying to remember the positives in each day doesn’t always come easy, but creating the habit of focusing on the positives has overall changed my mental well-being for the best.
Tag: mental health
The following is a guest post from Laura Stott. Laura is a wife, mom to a seven-year-old and four-year-old, and a high school history teacher on the shoreline, where she also grew up. She loves being near the beach and the woods, and having deep roots, though she wishes all of her family were closer.
Is it too late to talk about New Years’ goals…or intentions? I’m one of those who doesn’t make resolutions because it sets me up for failure. What works for me is to set up a goal for each month. For instance, in January, my monthly goal is to move my body in some way for
I need to find a way to kick these winter blues for good. Life is too short and I can’t waste three months of my life every year being moody, sluggish, and irritated. Well, I think I found my savior.
As those of you who follow my writing know, I was diagnosed with postpartum depression when my now-5-month-old daughter was about 8 weeks old. I am a mental health professional, so I have quite a bit of experience helping those with a wide range of mental illnesses. On top of that, I became a school
It’s been 46 days since I’ve run. Forty-six days ago I hurt myself while training for a half marathon. I was devastated. I read up on running injuries and followed all the advice – I iced, I took ibuprofen, I stretched, I rested, you name it. After a torturous week of
When my depression started to lift after starting a much-needed prescription, I came to the scary realization that certain aspects of my personality and outlook on life were driven by that altered state of mind. Or rather, those aspects were a part of who I was until I started tinkering with my neurochemistry. One of
I hate running. I want to enjoy it. I want to be one of those people who run to clear their mind and feel free. But I’m not. This is what’s going on in my head when I run: Am I almost done? This sucks. I should be folding laundry now. Am I almost done?
It’s been a while since I’ve written anything directly pertaining to the work I do with families of children with disabilities. I am a special education attorney who represents parents trying to obtain an appropriate educational program, known as an IEP which is short for Individualized Education Program, for their children with disabilities. This past
When my mother called, I wasn’t expecting her to tell me that the house had been rented out, and that she and my father were now in their respective, separate homes. Her diamond ring was still missing, her shelves still overflowing with religious pamphlets she had received in the mail, and she was