Be Kind

A friend is having a very hard time right now and she asked the question "why are people so cruel to each other?" Well, it is a deep question and I wish I knew the answer. I would also like to know why family members are so cruel to each other....guess Dr. Phil could set me straight on that.

10th Anniversary

Today ten years ago my sister killed herself. I must say that I miss her more today than I did in the past few years.

I do not know what her reasons were for doing what she did but I forgive her for the severe pain she caused my family and myself.

I love you France Tracy Nichols (Mercer)

Always, Your baby sister Amy

Unemployed and crabby

Let's see, I am crabby because I have not been able to get a job after many interviews. It feels like I am being discriminated against this has been going on for so long.

Corporate America should never have the belief that your age has something to do with how well you can perform. I am 39 but you would think I was 60 by the way my job search is going.

Am I the only one feeling the extreme degradation that being unemployed brings?

Well, enough for now. Thanks for the ears.

A

Hope For The Future

Wow! I finally found something that has brought me some hope and joy. I'm going to do the work at home thing and I think I will be good at it. Check it out and let me know what you think. It's nice to not be sad.

Fly Like A Bird

I painted this. It is a "feather" painting and my friend Diane owns it now. This is by far my favorite piece.

Everybody Hurts

I pray God will allow me the strength to move in the right direction and continue my life in a fashion that will bring me closer to him. I have made many mistakes and pray to be forgiven by God and be judged by him, not a stranger.

Broken Relationships

So many others out there have problems far worse than mine are, at least I can say that today, but I still feel like screaming.

When I was a kid my mom would sit around with the lights off and have a candle or two glowing; tonight I find myself doing the same thing which makes me realize I am my mothers daughter. My mother suffers from depression as do I. Depression is a safe solitude.

Recently I was asked what I do for fun and my honest answer is nothing. I spend time painting which is a release that does bring me peace, but not fun. I have no friends that I do anything with and spend much of my time alone and I'm a married woman.

Every now and then don't you find yourself just crazy enough to scream into a pillow? I don't feel like crying, just screaming. My birds do enough so maybe in the morning when they start I will just go in with them and let it go...the neighbors wouldn't know the difference.

My husband thinks my reason for wanting to scream is stupid, but what he does not understand is that it's not just this one thing, it is many. I'm taking steps to better my own mental and physical health because I have to start with myself. It appears I am the only one in the relationship that needs help.

Right now I am a piece of baggage with nothing inside; hollow like the crappy chocolate bunnies you can buy at Easter from companies you've never heard of.

Cool, now I have related myself to a crappy chocolate bunny...what next.

I'm sorry for so many things that I have done and over the years I have tried to make things right but at some point it won't be about anyone else, just me.