Preface: Redefining Crazy, One Blog at a Time

For a long time, I thought that I was crazy. Although an unsubstantiated diagnosis, my emotions seemed volatile so at the very least, this made me the craziest of the sane. I tried everything to turn the crazy off, but nothing seemed to help: medications (prescription and herbal), self-help books, tapes and etc. You name it, I tried it.

Kindness to Myself, an Arduous Task (#35)

We all have those moments, where we’re stretched thin for time and patience.  I remember one particular night, I took the wrong off ramp and it turned into the biggest fiasco to get back onto the highway.  Frustration, on top of traffic, I was wound tight.  I wish that I could say, I laughed it off, but no; it was more of a masochistic tirade, “How could you be so stupid, idiot, absurd, moron.” One self-deprecating word after another, the litany was relentless.

The Ghost and The Phoenix (#34)

I wish that I was one of those people who matures and grows, emotionally and spiritually, during the good times in my life, but I’m not.  For whatever reason, when happy, I often run stagnant.  Instead, it is the tragedy within my life that motivates me to my greater good.  I’m not speaking of enduring because even a drug addict is enduring, just in the most dysfunctional way possible.  What I’m speaking of is the overcoming of hardships that all of us face at one time or another.  Those difficult times that appear insurmountable on the front end, and on the back end, you wonder how you wer

Facing Prejudice (#33)

It all began on a ridiculously average day in the middle of summer.  It was both, hot and dry, two words you can count on in California’s capital.  I was driving in the fast lane as I liken myself to Speed Racer and everyone else as mere impediments especially in 5 o’clock rush hour traffic.  Shaking my fist at all the slow pokes, I headed into the heart of Sacramento’s infrastructure where three different highways merge and bustling downtown’s on and off ramps met.  It was here that I heard a strange snap and instantly, my steadfast Subaru started to lose speed.  Immediately, I knew that i

Relentless Hope: An Ode to my Mom (#32)

It seems like another life, but really it was just three years ago that my mom was diagnosed with stage IV Cancer.  And, in case you don’t know what the stages are, 4 is the worst, outside of death.  Whatever the stage, though, as soon as you hear those six little letters (cancer), you think death.  This was the day my world changed forever.