How Did I Get Here?
I’m about to turn 42, and I can’t help but wonder—how did I get here? It feels like I blinked and the decades just zipped by. I’m still dreaming, still searching, still wondering what I want to be when I grow up. Hahahah. Shoot, I still feel more like a college kid trying to figuring…
The Psychology of Loneliness: Why Feeling Alone Hurts So Bad
Loneliness is a profound experience, cutting deeply into the core of what it means to be human. It’s not just the absence of social interaction but the presence of a gnawing void where connection should be. This sense of isolation triggers a cascade of psychological effects, stirring anxiety, depression, and a bleak perspective on life…
The Weight of Missing Her: Grief at Christmas
When my mother passed, my first instinct was to focus on her. Was she at peace? Was she okay? It felt like my heart and mind were preoccupied with making sure she was safe, even though I knew I couldn’t do anything about it. I poured my energy into honoring her, almost as if my…
Mother’s Gift of Faith
I’ve been thinking a lot about the gifts you gave me—not the ones wrapped in paper and ribbons, but the ones you wove into the fabric of my life. Among the most beautiful was the way you introduced me to God, heaven, and the mysteries of the universe.
Do We Create Our Afterlife with Belief?
I had a dream about my mother, and when I woke up, I felt a mix of awe and comfort. It wasn’t just a dream—it was vivid, like she was truly there, standing before me, her presence wrapped in peace. As I shared this with my father, I found myself saying something I had been…
Letters to My Mother: A Journey of Love, Loss, and Healing
Grief is a language we learn reluctantly, often thrust upon us when life’s most precious relationships are severed. For me, this language has been a constant companion since I lost my mother unexpectedly. While time has softened the sharp edges of her absence, the void she left remains, echoing in quiet moments and unexpected memories.…
Reflecting on the Loss of My Mother: A Journey Through Guilt, Love, and Healing
When my mother first passed, the weight of guilt and shame hit me like a tidal wave. How did I not see this coming? There had been so many signs—clear as day when I look back now. Had I ignored them? Or was my mind trying to protect me, hiding the truth in some locked-away…
Welcome to My Trail of Thoughts: Where Curiosity Meets Vulnerability
Thoughts are like wildflowers—they spring up unexpectedly, flourish in unexpected places, and paint the landscape of our minds with vibrant hues. Trail of Thoughts is my corner of Cognitive Psycho where I gather these blooms—my personal musings, ideas, opinions, and experiences—and share them with you.