Drops of Inspira

 Hello! One of my favorite holiday movies' is White Christmas   with Bing Crosby. Mostly, this is thanks to my mom. Her father loved Bing Crosby so she carried that love over and shared it with me.  There are a lot of songs in that movie, but one of them has stuck with me. Or rather the refrain has: "When I'm worried and I can't sleep I count my blessings instead of sheep And I fall asleep counting my blessings" Too often, I worry. It's a human thing. We all do it. But when I worry, I tend to tunnel inward. To bury myself. If it's strong enough, the worry turns into anxiety and if it's very bad, it turns into a full-blown panic attack.  You see, if I worry, then I'm looking at myself to fix my problems, which I can't. When my focus isn't on God and is on myself, I spiral, and all I can think about are my misfortunes. Things look worse than they probably are.  Instead of worrying, something that I can do is to count my blessings. To list thi...

 Hello! I know last week's post was a bit heavy, so this week, I wanted to tackle another angle of patience that is near and dear to my heart: Patience and How it Affects Mental Health. If you've followed my blog for awhile, you know that I struggle a lot with both anxiety and depression. As a kid, I never thought I would be dealing with either, but it happened.  Lately, I've been fascinated by just how much impatience takes a toll on the mind and body.  Did you know that impatience can raise your blood pressure, raise your cortisol levels and adrenaline? When these are raised, your body enters a fight or flight response and your stress levels raise. When your stress levels rise, your body is prone to physical illness as well as mental illness. Many illnesses start in the mind. It controls more than we realize. And no, I'm not saying it's all in your head. That saying is one that has been going around for far too long in my opinion. It basically means that the sick ...

                         Welcome back. This post is a bit hard for me to write because it requires me to be very vulnerable, so please bear with me. I mentioned a few posts back that all has not been sunshine and roses. The truth is that I struggle a lot with both depression and anxiety. And they do not play nice. They strike without warning. One moment I will be fine, not a care in the world, and the next, I feel like my emotions are a wildfire and everything is burning down. Which is where the name for this poem came in: Cinder Town. Cinder Town is my name for what happens when I start to crash and burn, when all is not right. It's a messy, destructive place. I plummet, I crash, I burn and it takes awhile for me to come back up again. I had a visit to Cinder Town not too long ago. Things had not gone well at work. It was day sixteen of work-related stress. I stepped out of my car at home, a place that...