Tag Archives: mental health

Just Keep Moving (a repost)

My son has special needs. He bears the weight of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) daily, but I’m not writing this for him. I’m writing this for the all of the parents and loved ones who must learn how to live with OCD as well. I’m not trying to diminish the burden he carries; believe me,Continue reading “Just Keep Moving (a repost)”

What’s Your Story?

I had a conversation with my son Jake today. A conversation that I am particularly proud of. It all started out as my usual pep talk. For those of you who haven’t had the pleasure of meeting Jake, let me give you a little background. Jake was diagnosed with Tourette’s Syndrome (TS) at the ageContinue reading “What’s Your Story?”

Publishing My Memoir!

(This is a very bad mock-up of the cover. Also, Michelle will be changed to Ginger because when you search for Michelle McGee on Google…well, just see for yourself.) /Widgetflex.swf” target=”_blank” rel=”noopener”>Help Me Publish!!! 1 in 360 (approximately 138,000 US children) have been diagnosed with Tourette Syndrome, based on parent report. Run your fingers throughContinue reading “Publishing My Memoir!”

New Year = New Old Me

  Here we are again – a new year with possibilities waiting to unfold. For many, that means a complete makeover—mind, body, soul. The big three. The holy trinity of guaranteed happiness. An overhaul. And while some will be looking to buy a whole new computer, I’m looking to reboot the one I have back toContinue reading “New Year = New Old Me”

– On being there for you

how can i be strong for you when my bones have been crushed? how can i comfort you when i sleep in blankets of sadness? how can i hold you when my arms carry the weight of the world? how can i listen to you when the voices in my head are screaming? how canContinue reading “– On being there for you”

No Longer Standing

  Who am I that the world chooses to rest on my shoulders? That sadness floods my veins – each step a concrete block? That my bones splinter piercing, piecing the distance – a bridge of pain? Each breath a glass bubble shattering with every inhale. Where is peace? Trapped in the pages of aContinue reading “No Longer Standing”