Category Archives: existential depression

New year, new clarity, new goal

In the year 2014, I’m going to continue to express from the heart while refining my writing. I wanted to share my new “about this blog” page here.  It was written originally as a response to a blog post over … Continue reading

Posted in A Lamp In the Darkness, adult survivors of abuse, Art, Being Genuine, Compassion, Complex-PTSD, Congruent Living, Connection, Creating a Life, Death, Enlightenment, existential depression, Friendship, Healing Through the Arts, Highly Sensitive Person, Hope, Making meaning | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Choose your illusion

[                      [photo credit: TBS] I’m pretty sure I’m going through a period of disintegration. Again. I can be fine for a while, then slip and get stuck in weird corners of my psyche. A few weeks ago my friend … Continue reading

Posted in anxiety, depression, Disconnection, existential depression, Soul, Soul wounds, Stories from My Life | Tagged , , , | 6 Comments

The myth of mental illness

I read up a lot about mental illness, mostly because most of my life I was feeling like I was on the verge of going crazy.  Except, I could never quite go completely over the abyss, which I often thought … Continue reading

Posted in Anger, anxiety, Complex-PTSD, depression, existential depression, Madness, Moods, Motherhood, The Myth of Mental Illness | Tagged , , , | 12 Comments

Can we use our anxiety for our spiritual development?

For the past few years, I’ve been on a spiritual journey that I never planned on taking.  It’s been something that just had to happen, after leaving the STEM field and coming home to be a stay at home mother … Continue reading

Posted in Anger, anxiety, Complex-PTSD, depression, Dr. Richard House, Eckhart Tolle, existential depression, Grief and Loss, Hope, Mindfulness, Moods, PTSD triggers, Seeking the sacred, Soul, Soul wounds, spirituality | 2 Comments

These hands

These are the hands that played with a lump of gray clay for hours when I was a 10 year old girl. These are the hands that tried to protect myself from my older sister’s smacks, scratches and hair pulling. … Continue reading

Posted in Art, Art Journaling, career, Complex-PTSD, Creating, Creativity, Death anxiety, existential depression, Friendship, Grief and Loss, My writing, Observations from Life, Personal growth, Soul, Soul wounds, Stories from My Life, The Absurd Life | Tagged | 4 Comments