May 2022

Last year I didn’t even write a blog for May. So this entry is not a big deal only a little deal in the grand scheme of the past twelve months.

If you’ve made it to the second to last day of May and you’ve yet to hear the words “mental health awareness month,” well you must live under a rock— hell, you might even be a rock.

For the rocks reading this entry, mental health awareness month is filled with good intentions to educate, erase stigmas, and provide support with those suffering, often silently.

My good intention for this blog is to provide the thought to others that they aren’t alone. My friends, family, and myself have all suffered from terrible thoughts that hang overhead like storm clouds for days or pass through on a moments notice. My promise to myself every night before I close my eyes is a simple phrase. “Tomorrow will be better.”

The past 30 days have been filled with finding the happiness in the moments between worry and sadness.

At the moment, more happy outweighs the sad for which is all I can hope.