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“Do you think I feel good? Nobody feels good. After childhood, it’s a fact of life.” -Frank Waturi
This is a quote from Joe Vs The Volcano. A good friend of mine always says that everything in life can be related back to this movie, and she’s totally right.
Continue reading “The Secret To Happiness Isn’t What You Expect”Hypochondria Disorder and hypochondriacs have been the subject of ridicule and laughter dating all the way back to the 1700’s. French Playwriter, Jean-Baptiste Poquelin, known by his stage name, Molière, enjoyed the premier of his last play, Le Malade Imaginaire, in the year 1673, before dying of Turberculosis just hours after his performance in the play.
Continue reading “Hypochondria Disorder- It’s Funny Until It’s Not”The first person I ever told about my childhood sexual abuse experience was my husband. We had only been married a few months when I finally revealed the secret I’d been keeping to myself since I was a child. I never told him (or anyone frankly) because I always felt a sense of shame and guilt. My anxieties told me that he might think of me as a broken person. I feared he would think of me as damaged beyond repair. Additionally, a small part of me thought that he might not love me anymore.
Continue reading “Childhood Abuse Victims are Not Irreparable”It’s interesting how fear fuels intolerance. An Atheist and a Mormon walk into a church. It sounds like the punch line to a bad joke, but it’s actually a regular occurrence in my life. I’m a Mormon, and my husband is an atheist. Well, actually, prefer the phrase, a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. But this is beside the point. The point is that he and I have two very different belief systems. To many people, it’s difficult to understand why people who seem so different married each other.
Continue reading “How Fear Fuels Intolerance and Smothers Love”We moved a lot during my childhood. Thirty-Four times to be exact. Surprisingly, my parents weren’t running from the law, and no, I wasn’t an army brat. My dad’s job just required a lot of moving and traveling. After moving all around The United States, if someone asked me my favorite spot, I’d have to say my South Carolina.
Continue reading “If You Hurt People in the Name of God, You’re Doing it Wrong”
