As with a lot of people during this pandemic, I found myself with more time alone, and less supportive activities than ever before. No long lunches with a wide variety of friends, no more gym, way fewer outings, and too much time to think. Add the news - constantly reminding us

I only have flashes as a child, I couldn't figure out why others had memories and I had only quick snapshots. 30 years later, I was broken, stitched back together with a rusty needle. Failed relationships, drug abuse, anger, and sadness. After leaving a failed 15-year mentally

I would say my life was pretty good and I was pretty happy, I felt grateful for everything that I had, and for the most part, I felt grateful every day also. I have known about the practice of gratitude for about six years and I didn’t always practice

"We all were fighting something but the main thing is did you overcome it?"

"I realized what was missing in me."