MENTAL HEALTH

October, 2020
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Healing; It’s an Inside Job

My friend Sue had been to see this astrologist, which I thought was a total load of crap. She was totally enamored by the lady and the session she had with her. She couldn’t wait to tell me all that she had been told and how right on it was from the lady, (Mary) by just reading her chart. I was not impressed and I thought my friend had been...Read More
September, 2020
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Teachers, Mentors and Saviors: The Bonds That Lift Us Up

“I should have kissed her. I should have let her know that her only son and youngest child loved her before she passed. I should not have just walked away.” Tears were rolling down my cheeks as I said those words for the first time to Callie, my new therapist, who was also the facilitator of the A Course in Miracles class I had just started attending. My mom had...Read More
September, 2020
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Decisions; How one small decision can change your life forever

As a very small boy, I adored and idolized my father.  He was stronger than Superman and just the best dad ever.  I felt protected and safe with him.  And all I ever wanted, as that small boy, was to grow up to be just like him.  Through the eyes of a child, the world appears as you would have it be, for a while. When I was five years...Read More
September, 2020
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Uncertainty: And its Path to Trust

‘Someday, someway Johnnie you will see the gift in this.’ Periodically, those words would echo throughout my mind as I lay in the fetal position on the floor, with a pain in the pit of my stomach that was immobilizing, an obsession with suicide that was inescapable, all the while sobbing like a baby and not one small sign of hope. That was my life for two years. I had...Read More
September, 2020
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Boys Don’t Cry

Defying the Traditional Definition of Manhood It was mid-April 1964 in a small town in KY. I was 5 years old; my mom had just passed and I kept hearing, “You know, Johnnie hasn’t even cried.” Usually, followed with, “Well, boys don’t cry.” It was as if not crying for my mom was something to be proud of. There was a physical pain in my chest that was unbearable. There...Read More