Monthly Archives: May 2026

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Learning to Heal by Learning to Stay: What Recovery Taught Me About Trust

Category:Chiari Malformation,Creative Writing,Survivor,Trauma,Writing

Healing through trauma.

Recovering from a major decompression brain surgery changed how I understand healing in ways I never anticipated. It wasn’t linear, and it certainly wasn’t gentle. My say-nothing nervous system was suddenly very loud. My sense of where my body was in space; something I’d never thought about before… became unreliable overnight. And it scared me to my core.

Medical care mattered. Time mattered. But what surprised me most was this:

how much my recovery depended on the way I spoke to myself.

I wasn’t trying to convince myself to feel better.

I was helping my nervous system settle, orient, and stabilize.

I wasn’t trying to reinvent myself or “think positively.” What I needed was to create a feeling of safety inside a nervous system that no longer trusted the world, or even my own body. That meant learning how to speak to myself with steadiness, patience, and presence, especially when things felt unpredictable or painful.

I started writing short phrases. Grounded, honest ones, and recording conversations in my own voice. I listened to them daily. Sometimes many times a day. The repetition wasn’t about encouragement. It was about familiarity. Over time, my nervous system began to recognize the tone, the cadence, the reassurance. It softened. Slowly. Quietly.

This became a daily practice, applied neuroplasticity in the most personal sense. Not something I did only on the hard days, but something I committed to consistently.

Because healing doesn’t respond to urgency. It responds to trust.

I find it striking how easily we dedicate hours to improving performance at work or refining skills for others, yet hesitate to invest that same focus in strengthening our own inner resilience. Recovery taught me that mental fortitude isn’t something you summon once. It’s something you train, gently and repeatedly.

I’m still learning what my new normal looks like. This journey is far from over. But one thing is clear: healing required a conscious decision to stay with myself through uncertainty, discomfort, and change—without pulling away, without rushing ahead.

That choice has shaped my recovery more than anything else.


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mother nature's little children

My Caterpillar Story

Category:Animal Lover,Blogging,Mother Nature,Nature Lover Tags : 

It’s the little things that makes us smile…

Acronicta americana American Dagger Moth
Acronicta americana
“does this concrete make me look fat”

Ok. So jokes on me. One day I was outside fretting quite vocally about a caterpillar 🐛 lying helplessly vulnerable on the cold barren concrete step. It’s common knowledge by now that I’m a hopeless romantic when it comes to Mother Nature and all her little creatures.

My 1st attempt at “rescuing” her from potential predators was to carefully place her in a flower pot while balancing her furry little body on a thin slab of stone. This, however, was not very successful as you can see by her hasty escape. But still being fully committed to the rescue at this point and time, I then plopped her down below the towering concrete steps into a voluptuous array of flowering plants. That was it, my job was done. I was a hero 🤔

Within 24 hours this is who showed up right back on the front step. Now how the heck did she get back up there. That had to be quite the trek for her short stubby little legs.

My goodness, what resilience and determination in one scruffy little caterpillar. I’m going to call her Cati P.

After several minutes of deep and at times heated consultations “we” finally agreed on a compromise. She could stay on the concrete steps but she had to accept some form of leafy camouflage – which involved a much juicier hibiscus leaf.

Sitting peacefully on my front porch with my new found friend, I figured out why the little bugger wasn’t fearful of being gobbled up at all with the help of Mr. Google. It seems the birdies and other critters in the neighborhood were well aware that my bright little yellow needle sticking out caterpillar was no other than a poisonous (only mildly I think 🤔) Acronicta Americana – American Dagger Moth.

So yes, jokes on me 🦋 I do not think that Cati P was scared at all. (I had to give her a stage name for her international online debut)

And now she is officially verified and there’s even talk of getting her an agent. 🤔

But it’s like I said…it’s the little things that can make your day.

You just have to keep your eyes and your heart open.