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The Breaking Point
There were a few events that led to my moment of awakening. Signs of emotional abuse are easy to ignore or dismiss. A black eye or broken arm can awaken the point of walking away but how do you know when enough is enough after subtle emotional digs, over and over? When is the point where you say enough is enough? We start thinking that something isn’t right, but our minds go straight to only the good times. When we start thinking we are gaining the courage to really look at what is happening, floods of memories pour into us and blind us to the truth. Silent Treatments are Abuse…
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Therapy and How a Woman Named Mary Helped Me
She lived in a small cottage in Crescent Hill with a white picket fence. I walked through the front door into her living room and knew instantly that I was in the right place. Mary was tall and thin with long white hair. My new therapist had the natural look of a woman who felt comfortable in her own skin. Views: 840
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Healing the Past and The Beginning of Number Two
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Amazing On The Face
There are days where I need relief from stress. I am over 50 and when I look in the mirror… I LOOK over 50! My face has been seeing signs of bags under my eyes and the feeling of sagging in my face. How can I do something to slow the process down if possible? I found this amazing Kanza Wand on Amazon and thought I would try it. Couldn’t hurt, right? This product is really awesome. It seems to help soothe my skin as well as eliminates the puffiness under my eyes. They sent me an all natural face oil that went with the wand. I rub the oil…
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Art in Nature
If we take the time to be still and open our eyes to everything around us, it’s amazing what we will find. I was on Samana Cay in the Bahamas and I was upset because it had been cloudy all day and we were unable to snorkel. It’s crazy how we humans can be in paradise and still allow ugly feelings to start rising up in us because the day isn’t going as planned. I remember being mad at the world as we landed on the island. I left my snorkel gear in the boat and stomped out of the water grumbling under my breath. Stop and Breathe My friend,…
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Deciding to Take Action
Have you ever been taking a photo and you have accidentally switched to selfie mode? You glance at the camera and almost scream? It happens to me all the time. I react as though a horrible creature has just peered through the screen at me. I gasp and turn it back as fast as humanly possible. Those were the eye opening moments for me. I felt young, people told me I looked young, but when I saw the face looking back at me, I was horrified. Where did the wrinkles and dark circles under my eyes come from? Did it happen overnight or has it been slowly creeping up on…
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Over 50 & Accepting The Changes
I was raised by a mother who was a model. Beauty was her life. She is over 80 years old and still looks like she is 60. When I was in high school and college, people thought we were sisters. I remember her dipping her fingers into the cobalt blue of her Noxema jar every night before bed. To me, she was perfect. So for her, aging was a difficult thing. She had always relied on her looks and her youth to get modeling jobs. Mom had always been complimented and told she looked so young. She didn’t prepare herself for aging gracefully. Not the Same for Me I, on…
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Surviving and The Trail of Ants
After my courageous self walked away from a 17 year marriage and survived, (read about it here) I had to start creating a new life. I was surviving! I changed my name back to my maiden name. That is who I was when I was happy. I needed to be that person again. I spent months recovering from my broken marriage. My children hated me because I refused to bad-mouth their father. They blamed me for the divorce. We Survived But we survived. My heart allowed itself to grieve. I threw myself into my job and my schooling and my children. And I survived. My ex was very angry. I…
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Abuse and Survival – Open Closets
I have been putting off writing my post about survival. It’s hard digging up past memories. But one of the goals of this blog is to share my experiences and maybe help someone else get one step closer to their own survival. It’s hard to say the word – Abuse. Abuse is abuse! A person doesn’t have to be hit, beaten, shoved or slapped in order to define their relationship as abuse. I was never hit, never beaten. But I do remember once being shoved across the bed during a very heated argument. I rationalized that away. Many Forms There is another form of abuse that is just as debilitating.…
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My Art Background
I come by art naturally. I have a family history of artistic, creative relatives. My maternal grandparents were both very good artists. Our Grandfather, Robert G. Wathen, was a commercial artist even before I was born. He had a comic strip in the local newspaper and then began painting watercolor scenes of Louisville landmarks. My Grandmother was also an incredible artist but because this was the era where the husband worked and the wife stayed in his shadows, she hid these drawings and paintings and none of us knew how incredibly talented she was until she was gone. I found her paintings stuffed away in the attic of her home…
EMPOWERMENT, TRAVEL AND AGING GRACEFULLY
