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…
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.
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…
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.…
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…
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.
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