My Fortune (And Hoping I’m Doing It Right)

Had to make one more entry. It's 12 AM here in Philly. While I muse, my son is slumbering happily, in a world I've helped create for him in which he finds little but joy and contentment. My wife is a bit stressed, but she's drifting off to sleep in a world in which she … Continue reading My Fortune (And Hoping I’m Doing It Right)

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Another Shift. Who I Met. Why I’m There.

I just got back from another shift at the convenience store I'm working at. It's the 3rd time I've worked there and my objective is to use that work in order to reintegrate back into the social / working world. I did struggle with anxiety, but I was able to ease it a bit by … Continue reading Another Shift. Who I Met. Why I’m There.

Using My Pain To Encourage My Wife’s Joy

While I was studying with my son yesterday, my wife went to meet a group of strong, independent women. The women who go keep a journal of their dreams and they share them and discuss them with each other, as well as give mutual support. I don't mind my wife going out and doing things … Continue reading Using My Pain To Encourage My Wife’s Joy

Day 2, Round 2: Helping My Son By Fighting Myself

I guess anxiety has become a theme with me the past few days. As a friend has recently commented, it's a daily struggle, not something to be casually ignored or tossed aside. This is very true and I hope I didn't give the impression it's easily dealt with. One example for me is working with … Continue reading Day 2, Round 2: Helping My Son By Fighting Myself

Confronting My Anxiety

I was thinking about my last entry and anxiety. It's a challenging thing to deal with as I'm always on edge to a certain extent. It just depends on how powerful it is and how much I'm able to beat it back or cope with it. Sometimes are easier than others. If I'm feeling relatively … Continue reading Confronting My Anxiety

Helping My Son With Anxiety…As I Struggle With It Myself

One of the surprising things I've come across with in the WordPress world are the number of people who struggle with anxiety. It shouldn't surprise me, but for some reason it did. I struggle with anxiety myself. Part of it is fed by CPTSD (complex post traumatic stress disorder) and the way my experiences altered … Continue reading Helping My Son With Anxiety…As I Struggle With It Myself

Mutual Misunderstandings And Wounds…But Also Devotion And Love

I feel better than I did when I made my last entry. Writing helps. Also, it's sunny and 75 degrees today (in February!). But I thing which really helps is my wife. As always, when I pick my son up, he calls my wife. As they were talking, I thought about how supportive she's been … Continue reading Mutual Misunderstandings And Wounds…But Also Devotion And Love