Last night, I had another dream about Melissa. In the dream, I was in what felt like the home I grew up in, though dreams have a way of blending places and memories together. I remember seeing Melissa walking up the stairs. My husband, Corey, seemed to be right behind her, almost as if heContinue reading “Another Dream About Melissa”
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His Name Was Jason
I’ve been writing about the people who have left their mark on my life, whether for a season, a reason or a lifetime. Today, I want to talk about Jason. I met Jason when I was in junior high school. We were set up on a blind date for the Jordan High School Junior Prom.Continue reading “His Name Was Jason”
The Dreams That Do Not Make Any Sense
The Dreams That Do Not Make Any Sense For weeks now, I’ve been having dreams that leave me puzzled when I wake up. They’re vivid, almost cinematic, and they center around someone I never expected—let’s call him Rob. Rob was killed in a motorcycle accident by a drunk driver. The irony? That driver was onContinue reading “The Dreams That Do Not Make Any Sense”
The Cry That Never Comes…
It’s been about 105 days since I returned to work, and lately, I can feel that familiar wave of anxiety creeping back in—the same kind that once pulled me under. The tightness in my chest, the racing thoughts, the sense that something is unraveling even though I’m doing everything “right.” What’s strange is that IContinue reading “The Cry That Never Comes…”
Thursday May 22, 2025
For a long time I have been putting off going to a psychologist or therapist. I always felt like I was too busy and didn’t think it would help. I have tried a few times. So because of the issues I have been going through I decided to give it another try. So I loggedContinue reading “Thursday May 22, 2025”
