Life's Little Pieces

Even if I've been having downs and depressive episodes lately, my life isn't all that bad. I'm not miserable all the time. There are a few things that put a smile on my face. One of them is having my novel, The Stranger I Met, published online as a serialized piece. Writing a book has been a childhood dream of mine. I love reading fiction--novels especially--and I dream of writing one in the future. In the future. Then, years went by, and I still haven't started with my novel

My pain tolerance is almost non-existent. I have a very low pain threshold. My dentist, who has been in charge of my dental health since I was a child, knows this well. In all the procedures he has done to me--tooth extraction, root canal therapy, even the routine cleaning and replacing of fillings--I have always winced and flinched (or even cried!) in pain. When I have a fresh wound, even if it's just a cut, I take a deep breath before I douse it with soap and water. And I n

There is a time for everything. There is a time to cry, and there is a time to heal. I am done crying, but I don't think I am on my way to healing. I have been hurt really badly in the past year. While I can say that 2017 is indeed my year, with all the good things that have been happening to me, I cannot say that I have completely moved on from my recent painful experiences. I am not bitter or angry, but the pain is still there. I am still hurting. I've started posting inspi

Chester Bennington's death has put the spotlight again on depression and mental health. The articles about his death that I have been reading all mention his depressive side and his alcohol and drug addiction. He has lived a hard life. He has expressed his pain and anguish through songs that spoke to us and maybe even touched our core, where darkness and pain also reside. It was as if he sang what we felt. When I learned about his suicide, I thought, "Another man--another cre