When You Can No Longer Afford Your Mental Illness

I tried shopping in my hometown for a solid counselor but I wound up in a decrepit old church building with Danny Devito sniffing out my secrets like a dog in a crotch. I walked backward out of his office, told him in an email it wasn’t a good fit and swung twice more at home plate before looking elsewhere.

[READ ALSO Why I Finally Decided To See A Mental Health Professional]

While my family doctor lives a mere mile, twitch and self-deprecating speech away, it takes me over an hour to drive to my therapist’s office in Detroit. That’s 89.7 miles, more twitches than the Kentucky Derby, and time enough for an internal filibuster. And, on top of what I pay for my medication, the doctor, the counselor, and whatever exorcist juju they prescribe, I’m now factoring gas as an added expense in the name of mental health. As I’m fighting to stay above the surface of my depression and my bank account, one pill is especially difficult to swallow: maintaining mental health ain’t freakin’ cheap. 

I mean, geez. 

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“The mind is not a vessel to be filled, but a fire to be kindled.” Plutarch

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It seems depression leads to the need for help, and the cost of help leads to more depression and anxiety. Half the time, I want to give up on the pursuit of professionally-aided mental health, buy myself a six-pack, and revert again to choking down my emotions in the Harry Potter closet under the stairs.

If you find yourself in a similar position, feeling as if your bank account is draining and you can no longer afford your mental health, first of all, consider these three insights.

Mental Illness Is An Illness

If my wife had cancer, I’d stop at nothing to find her health and comfort. Unfortunately, there is still a stigma around mental illness which can make professional remedies for mental health feel like an added and unnecessary expense. But, if we can finally set aside the nature vs. nurture debate, we can more fully recognize that those in mentally precarious positions need help in order to thrive in this life. It’s a fact as vital as chemotherapy.

It’s Good To Prioritize Mental Health

Plutarch (some dead guy who now has a bust) said, “The mind is not a vessel to be filled, but a fire to be kindled.” Too often, we revert to filling our minds with useless cure-all theories when we should be patiently nurturing them as a bonfire. 

Fires need constant care and attention or else they fizzle out. The mind needs to be prioritized, nurtured, and kindled if it is ever going to thrive.

This Too Shall Pass

Spending money now on your mental health doesn’t mean you will forever be tied to the financial drain of doctors, therapists, and medications. The season you’re in today might just be one in which you need the extra help. That’s okay. Don’t taint the future with strains of the present. This too shall pass.

Even still, sometimes, professional resources simply aren’t in the budget. Fortunately, there is a myriad of options to tide you over until you can find the chance to visit a professional.

Over the next few Mondays, I will be curating a series called “Cheap Mental Health” in which guest bloggers will be delving into the following alternatives or complimentary additions to professional help. There is no cure-all to depression and anxiety; these are merely kindling for your fire.

1. Personal Care

We should never give a doctor, therapist, medication, friend or family member the full right to determine our fate. While we need the help, it’s vital we take responsibility for our own mental health through day-to-day personal care. Showering is a good start, but you can also get into the practice of journaling, working out, eating healthy or expressing daily self-affirmations.

2. Church & Community Programs

Fortunately, the greater church has woken up to the realities of mental illness in recent years. Even if you don’t consider yourself a churchgoer, from Stephen Ministry to Catholic confessional, Church’s offer many resources for the mentally, emotionally, and spiritually struggling.

When it comes to community programs, Alcoholics Anonymous is just one example. There are also Mental Health Support Groups, social outings, or even online forums in which you can meet others with depression or anxiety and explore healthy and healing interactions through shared hobbies.

3. Friends & Family

Friends and family are on the frontlines of our battles, and yet, sharing our issues with them can often be the most daunting task. But, if we are able to fight past our pride and lean on those closest to us, we will be greatly rewarded with deepened relationships and meaningful progress. It takes a community.

4. Books, Blogs, & Other Building Blocks

If you don’t have a library card, get one. If you don’t have the internet…how are you reading this?

Like anything on the internet, you can’t trust it all, but there are countless free tools out there for the mentally ill. Read books, subscribe to blogs (like mine), or download helpful apps on your phone. Healing often starts with the little things.

Whether you’re giving your time or money, investing in your mental health is not only a (very) good thing to do, but it is vital if you’re looking to thrive. Explore not just the pricey options but the simple ones to compliment (or in certain cases to hold you off until you can afford it) professional remedies. Explore Cheap Mental Health. 

Anthony Bourdain, Kate Spade, And How To Live In The Age Of Suicide

This week, designer Kate Spade hung herself. Three days after, celebrity-chef Anthony Bourdain was found dead in his hotel room. Suicide.

Avicii, Verne Troyer, and Frightened Rabbit‘s Scott Hutchison were some of 2018’s other victims of mental illness. As those who live the lives we’ve always wanted continue to take their lives away, the rest of us are left empty-handed with one question: what is going on?

If things feel out of your control, it’s because they are.

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“We cannot depend solely on shallow interactions and passive communication through the mirage of connectedness that we call the internet.”

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“Suicide rates have increased in nearly every state over the past two decades, and half of the states have seen suicide rates go up more than 30 percent.” These are harrowing statistics.

One of the greatest dangers of today is the belief that connectedness by virtual association can cure loneliness, depression, and anxiety. But, as our idols fall, again and again, it becomes clearer that we don’t need more ways to connect with each other through social media as much as we need more ways to just connect with each other. We need more friends than followers because the truth is suicide is not at all exclusive to fame and fortune. And, while most of us can’t do much to comfort the elite, we can use the news of their tragedies to inspire vital everyday conversation between friends, family, and loved ones. If those in the spotlight are in such darkness, what about the rest of us?

Still, how do we pragmatically use a famed tragedy to break the ice with a friend? How do you even start that conversation? You can’t just flat-out ask someone if they sometimes think about suicide, right?

Well, actually, you can. That is even what is encouraged by professionals. Be upfront about suicidal ideation. The more the idea is allowed to simmer in the darkness, the greater the chance that one day it might boil over. We cannot depend solely on shallow interactions and passive communication through the mirage of connectedness that we call the internet.

“Those still in this world but contemplating an exit must know that their feelings of self-worthlessness are not shared by those who love them.” Mourn the death of idols, remember we are all broken, and honor the fallen by helping others rise from the darkness. Build authentic relationships. Start a conversation.

SEE ALSO

Are We Just Talking About Talking About Mental Illness?

How Logan Paul Encouraged Me To Share My Suicide Story

How To Love Someone With A Mental Illness


Suicide is preventable. Get free help now.

Text CONNECT to 741741 in the United States or go to National Suicide Prevention Hotline.

How To Be Loved By Everyone; Think Of Suicide Survivors, And 4 Great Hairstyles

Wow. That picture is random. Well, so is this post. Here are a few of my favorite random links I’ve found lately.


How To Be Loved By Everyone

Hint: it doesn’t happen through a perfect profile picture. You might actually have to interact with others.

4 Great Hairstyles For Men

I’ve always been a straight gel guy. Simple. But, lately, I’ve been experimenting.

CDC: U.S. Suicide Rates Have Climbed Dramatically

What is going on?

After Kate Spade’s Death, Think Of The Survivors

“Those still in this world but contemplating an exit must know that their feelings of self-worthlessness are not shared by those who love them.”

Your Children Are Not Your Children

Finally. Some truth we can dig.


Share your favorite links with me, and if I dig em, I’ll post about it!

How To Be A Father Of Two

Having one kid makes you a baby daddy. Having two kids? That makes you a father.

Ok, there’s not really a difference, but parenthood somehow feels more real now that I’ve got both feet in the kiddie pool. It’s like, having two kids, makes me stand a little taller as I finally accept the fact that this is my life now. I’m a dad. A father.

But, making the jump from one kid to two was scary. Linds and I joked about how cute Isaiah was the day we conceived number two. As soon as we had a positive pregnancy test, he turned crazy, making us question why we ever thought we could handle another one.

Now that Shiloh is here, it’s been…honestly…kinda awesome. We’re only a week and a couple days in so I can’t get cocky. But, in our experience, the transition from one to two has been so much easier than it was from zero to one.

With Isaiah, our independence was blind-sided, hung by its toenails and beat like a pinata. That hurt. Not to mention I was in a very mentally precarious state, and we had no idea what we were doing.

With Shiloh (number 2), our independence was already pretty much dead, so she just kind of snuck into our lives, and pulled the plug.

So, as an encouragement to those dads considering letting the swimmers loose and rolling them dice for number two, here are a few things I’ve observed in my first week as a father.

There Really Is Enough Love To Go Around

Growing up, I always heard my parents had no favorites (wink, wink). “I love each of you,” they’d say. But, it wasn’t until I had my own second-born that I could begin to comprehend what that felt like.

Parents of one get nervous about having enough love to go around for a second, but, trust me, it’s there. And, it’s thrilling to love another flesh-of-your-flesh-and-bone-of-your-bone.

 

I Want To Parent The Same But Different

“Everybody is a genius,” Albert Einstein said. “But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.”

There’s diversity in our children now which is exciting. Different personalities, talents, giftings, and aspirations. I don’t want to parent like a production line; I want to make the effort and take the time to meet each child where they’re at. I aspire to love each the same, just differently.

I’m Building My Family

With one, you mainly just have a tagalong in your normal life. Sure, you’ve got to get back for bedtime and make sure you have snacks wherever you go, but, in general, you can get away with living a life similar to the pre-parent era. Now that we have two, it’s not that we can’t go to breweries, go out to eat, or hang with friends (we still do), but I feel more empowered to focus on building our family.

I always thought I would rue this day, the one on which I’d become a family man, but if you had my kids, you’d do the same.

 

Saturday! Catch Dadding Depressed At “The Better Man, Better Dad” Conference

Partnership For Dads is a 501(c)(3) non-profit charitable organization dedicated to encouraging and supporting fathers, children, and families through a variety of workshops, lectures, activities, and events. Through their programming and collaborations with existing organizations, they work to help fathers become more involved parents and build stronger families.

I am honored to be a part of two live panels hosted by STAND Magazine at this years’ Partnership For Dads conference. It is THIS Saturday, June 9th in Waterford TWP, Michigan. One panel will be addressing men and depression while the other will be discussing the world of blogging.

Tickets are still available!

Dads, if you’re able to make it, definitely connect with me! I don’t get out of the house often.

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What will I Learn?

The Fathers Conference presents workshops, panel discussions, lectures, and forums designed to help fathers and families discuss and learn on issues that help them build stronger families.  We start and end the conference as one large group for the Keynote and Closing remarks. The rest of the day lets dads choose what they want to hear about in each session.

Speaker and workshop lineup for the 18th Annual Fathers Conference is still pending.  Check back soon!

Where is the Conference?

Oakland Schools Education Service & Conference Center

The conference is held at the Oakland Schools Education Service & Conference Center, 2111 Pontiac Lake Rd, Waterford Twp, MI 48328.

Click here for map and directions.

How much does it cost?

All day (8:00 am to 3:10 pm) is only $25 for EARLY registration.  Price is $30 at the door.

  • Special offers:
    • Bring along 2 Friends (3 for $60)
    • Buy a table for 6 for $100
  • I can’t make it, but please accept my donation to permit another father to attend at no cost.

Your registration includes a Continental Breakfast and Lunch.

Partnership for Dads is a 501(c)(3) Non-Profit.  Ticket purchases and all donations are tax deductible.

How to Register?

Please note that no refunds will be permitted after 5/31/2018.

 

Why Am I So Angry All The Time?

This was originally written and published by Darrell Humphrey on ADadBrews.com.

Understanding why you are the way you are is important to discover. Why do I act the way I do? What causes me to erupt over the smallest things? Why am I so angry?

Unanswering these questions can keep your family and friends in a perpetual state of limbo. They fear “What side of him/her are we going to see today?” Mix that into having kids and them seeing you act the way you do and then seeing them act that way too has long-lasting effects.

It has been said that “crisis [or being in crisis] is the holiest way of dealing with whatever it is you are going through.” For me, I never realized how upsetting it would be to not have any more kids.

See, this past Friday, I underwent a simple, 10-minute procedure that has allowed me to never have any more kids. I’m done!! Literally. I figured this would affect my wife more but, man, it has hit me hard. The physical pain isn’t coming close to the emotional anguish I feel inside. Ugh.

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“You’re in a small story, get a big story!”

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Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to have my family completed. My three boys are precious and strong and I love them so much. The finality of it though has left me bitter and angry.

I’m in the shop trying to concentrate, I’m getting distracted by everything. Kids getting hurt, kids not listening, me using the wrong material and second guessing my work. It left me throwing my drill, breaking an expensive drill bit, and me even more frustrated.

Drill bits can be replaced. Wood can be re-purchased. No big deal. But understanding why I’m so angry is where it’s taken me today, and unpacking it all has left me with something inside my boxed-up heart that needs a pretty big drill bit to take the screws out.

I can’t blame the kids. I can’t blame my wife. But I can blame myself, to a point. No shame though, just honest searching. I’ve thought about wasting away into a 6 pack of craft beer, but that will only anesthetize the issue, and leave me in a worst place than before.

Instead here are the couple things I’ve been doing to figure this out.

Remove Yourself From The Situation.

After struggling all day inside, I went outside to the shop. However, as I quickly learned when you are dealing with something that has you upset and distracted, the shop, where things need to be precise, isn’t the best option. Removing yourself from the triggers can help open you up to the start of the process. Getting upset at something is normal. Throwing things across the room is NOT normal. Breaking things isn’t the answer. But what is the answer, is walking away, cooling off away from people to have some sacred space for yourself.

Try To Be Honest With Yourself.

Holding yourself in contempt and beating yourself up will never be the answer. The brain works in mysterious ways and when you are at your worse your brain remembers and reminds you of the negative stuff. Little phrases like “see, you are a piece of shit,” or “See you aren’t good enough,” and others leave you spiraling into “a wake of destruction.” Being honest without shame and self-loathing and self-pity is the key.

Get A Big Story.

One thing that my wife and I do when we see the other person in a bad spot is telling the other lovingly “Honey, you’re in a small story, get a big story!” Most of the time it’s the jolt that the other person needs for them to remember how silly they are being or how destructive they are about to be.

Understanding why you are who you are can literally make or break you, your family, and friends. Be generous and genuine with yourself. Be gracious too. Yes, whatever is causing you to be angry or sad is real but don’t hate yourself because of the process.

This was originally written and published by Darrell Humphrey on ADadBrews.com.


Darrell Humphrey is a former Hospital Chaplain, now at home father of six years. He has three boys, Ethan, Owen, and Jackson. Darrell and his wife Meredith live in Charlotte, NC. When not writing about parenting and fatherhood, Darrell, also enjoys DIY Projects, Fishing, and adventures with his kids.

How To Keep Going When Hope Is Lost, Make Better Coffee In 30 Seconds, And Be A Thriving Dad In A World Of Zombies

Wow. That picture is random. Well, so is this post. Here are a few of my favorite random links I’ve found lately.  This week, I’m sharing articles of mine that have been published on the web!


Jesus Was A Bore, Right?

Flannel graphs weren’t the first to depict Jesus as one-dimensional.

How To Make Better Coffee In Just 30 Seconds

All about the art of the bloom.

How To Keep Going When Hope Feels Lost

A reflection on the life of Winston Churchill, and an encouragement to you.

What Do You Think About That? That Word, That.

Sometimes, I rant.

How To Be A Thriving Dad In A World Of Zombies

Don’t just go through the motions. Be a dad.

 

The Horrific Day My Daughter Was Born

7:57 A.M.

I heard the question, but I was a mist, trying to catch up with the moment, and choking on my emotions. I heard it again (“What’s her name?”), but it was an echo in the distance, a faint and muddled inquiry in stupefied ears. I couldn’t respond.

A full cast of medical staff swirled about the room like a Broadway dream-scene dance number. I was little more than a prop, frozen and dimly lit–an unremarkable tree tucked ignominiously in the background of a delivery room set. Lindsey, in the spotlight, played the role of the suffering queen while a maiden emerged on center stage in nothing short of horrifying fashion.

Having skipped the usually-immediate skin-to-skin contact between mother and baby, the nurse snatched our child and rushed her to the scale. It was then that I heard another, more familiar, voice begging beneath the noise.

“Is she breathing?” The voice seemed to be muted under gallons of water. “Is she breathing?”

Helpless and dull, like drifting wood, I followed the nurse who carried my baby. Her body was tiny, blue, unmoving on the scale.

“Does she have a name?” the nurse asked with increased intent.

I hadn’t found the moment to have a final consultation with Linds. I hardly had time to realize where I was or understand what was going on. I eked a response, empty though it was.

“…Yeah…”

It was only twenty-seven minutes earlier that we were home.

6:30 A.M.

Linds woke me up and said, “I might be in labor.”

I shot out of bed and hopped in the shower.

With our first, Lindsey labored for six hours at home before we left for the hospital. Even then, we spent ten hours in the delivery room before he was born. But the story of my friend, Joe, delivering his own second-born in the backseat, and the story of my friend, Andrew, who delivered his second-born in a bathtub haunted me. I didn’t want to be caught with my pants down–or, I guess I should say–with my wife’s pants down at the traffic light as she’s screaming at me to catch the head.

“Look at you,” Lindsey scoffed. “You’re freaking out!”

“We should go.”

“I’m ironing my robe.” She stopped for a contraction.

“Linds, we should go.”

“I need to shower.” She moaned under the showerhead.

“We need to go!”

“I have to brush my hair…”

7:30 A.M.

The loaded Equinox backed out of the driveway. The contractions were getting worse. And closer. The last time I checked the app, it said they were three minutes apart.

Three minutes.

The traffic lights were on our side as I raced down Michigan Avenue. In the back of my head, I collected an inventory of possible birthing spots.

Blimpie parking lot. Urgent Care. Should we have stayed home?

“I’d guess I’m at four centimeters,” Linds said like she was guessing the number of marbles in a jar between contractions. “What’s your guess?”

“Four centimeters,” I curtly responded, brushing the question aside. My guess was that she was about to pop.

7:41 A.M.

We checked in at the third-floor maternity ward, Lindsey in a wheelchair. The sliding window opened. A man sat behind the desk. Mid-60’s, dark-rimmed glasses, thin with raised eyebrows and a permanent smirk.

“Mains–Lindsey Mains,” my wife shot out before an intense moan.

“…Okaaay…” He responded like it was an Arby’s drive-thru.

Are we lost? I thought.

“Aaand…you’re here fooooor…?”

Are you asking us why we’re here, sassy grandpa? I’ll smack that smirk right off your wrinkly old–“She’s having a baby!”

This must be why men are so scarce in maternity wards, I thought to myself as he appeared to play Freecell on his computer.

Finally, he wheeled her back to triage.

7:48 A.M.

“I’m going to check your cervix now,” a nurse told Lindsey as my wife wailed and writhed on the hospital bed.

Without warning, the nurse whipped open the door and yelled into the hall.

“She’s at ten centimeters!”

It was go-time.

Nurses poured into the triage room and kicked the bed into gear. They wheeled her away, and as she begged for an epidural, the distant echoing voice began as I drifted into a world of transcendent shock I’d never been. “There isn’t time for an epidural!”

7:50 A.M.

The delivery room was dim-lit. The doctor entered on a chariot of nurses as panic set in.  Lindsey’s agonizing screams filled the room and the distant voice began its interrogation with me.

“Who is her doctor?

“How long as she been laboring?”

And, I don’t remember the rest.

Lindsey clung to the handrails of the bed like she was being dragged under by a Great White. The screaming had me wondering if the Great White was what she was giving birth to.

“You need to get on your back,” the voice commanded.

“Curl in.”

“Push!”

I’d never witnessed such agony. Such chaos. Such panic.

7:57 A.M.

Helpless and dull, like drifting wood, I followed the nurse who carried my baby. Her body was tiny, blue, unmoving on the scale.

“She’s just stunned,” the voice said from the abyss. “Does she have a name?”

“…Yeah…”

And, in a strained whisper with a voice just remembered and tears bulging behind my eyes, I answered.

“Shiloh…it means peace.” 


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Shiloh Anne Mains made her grand entrance on May 26 at 7:57 A.M., after only 16 minutes in the hospital. 7 minutes in the delivery room. At 6 pounds, 14 ounces, she was born with a tiara.

Anne is a name with a depth of personal meaning. It is Lindsey’s middle name (Lindsey was named after a dear family friend, Anne Foster), but it also honors our adopted sister and beloved household leech, Annie Hrapkiewicz.

Shiloh means peace or tranquility. And while it was a riveting birth story, we are at a divine peace with our beautiful baby girl.

One Family’s Resolve To Combat Suicide A Step At A Time

I was sick as a dog, half-packed for a track meet and trying to nap in my dorm when I learned my sister had taken her own life.

This was over five years ago. The memory may not strike the breath out of me anymore, but it is still clear and painful, and it frequently passes through my mind.

My sister was the oldest of six children. She was eight years older than me, but we were still pretty close. She was beautiful, vibrant, and the most life-filled person you could ever meet. Her ups and downs were frustrating to us, but I’m not sure we ever realized how precarious her situation was, or how we could help.

Losing her is something I’ll never get over. There is no closure with suicide. All of the shock and numbness that come with the loss of a loved one is further complicated when you know it occurred because of an internal, mental, emotional, and spiritual battle that was lost.

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“Even when it doesn’t end in suicide, mental illness is a life-killer.”

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Before this, mental illness was just something that a lot of people around me dealt with. It took losing something precious for me to realize just how deadly mental illness can be. Even when it doesn’t end in suicide, mental illness is a life-killer.

Last summer, my husband and I were watching the NBA finals when we got a phone call that gave me the familiar, weak-kneed, heart pounding, breathless feeling. This time, it was my brother-in-law, John. 

I only knew John for a few years, but I did love him as a brother. What strikes me about John is his intense love for family, how well he remembered what was happening in the lives of the people around him, and his desire to make his loved ones laugh.

Suicide—mental illness—has taken too much from my family. It’s taken our loved ones. And I know we are not alone.

According to the Hope Network, one in five adults struggle with mental illness. Suicide is the third leading killer of people ages 10 to 24. Despite the widespread nature of this issue that only seems to be growing, they estimate that about 60 percent of mental illness goes untreated.

Mental illness has the ability to make people feel helpless—both those struggling with it inside themselves and the ones around them. But Hope Network believes that the key to beating mental illness is early intervention.

This is why my two sisters, my husband, my brother-in-law, and I are running the Hope Networks One in Five Marathon Relay. Four of us will run 5 miles, and the fifth runner will run 6.2 miles, representing the harder road people with mental illness have to run, often alone.

We will be wearing t-shirts with John and Elisabeth’s names. They are emblazoned with Mount Hood and three nautical stars. Elisabeth loved skiing that mountain. The stars represent John because he had them tattooed on his arm in honor of his siblings whom he loved so dearly.

Hope Network is trying to raise $50,000 to go towards mental health care. Will you join us in contributing? You can donate to “Team EJ” here.


capture for blogJulie Bourdon studied Literature and Creative Nonfiction at Cornerstone University. She and her husband live in Southeast Michigan with their cat Boba and dog Ridley. She is working on a book to share more of her story of losing a sister to suicide–it’s in the infant stages. She’s a writer (and assistant producer and the editor) for Mission Network News.

Goal Setting For Couples, What Your Child’s Brain Does When You Read Them A Story, And The Wonder Of StumbleUpon

Wow. That picture is random. Well, so is this post. Here are a few of my favorite random links I’ve found lately.


StumbleUpon.com/stumbler/daddingdepressed

This week, I discovered the wonder of StumbleUpon. Meet me there!

How To Roll Up And Cuff Your Pants

I read somewhere that especially tall, lanky guys can rock the cuffed pants. I’m tall and lanky and this is a great resource.

What’s Going On In Your Child’s Brain When You Read Them A Story

Oh, this is good. Real good. Sure, I feel guilty for ever letting my kid watch TV, but I’m also inspired to continue reading books with him!

Annual Goal Setting Sheet For Couples

Having a third in your marriage can be helpful. That’s why you should print a goal sheet.

Synonyms For 95 Commonly Used Words

think believe the thesaurus synonym dictionary is a great excellent resource refuge to which every writer wordsmith should adhere to cling.


Share your favorite links with me, and if I dig em, I’ll post about it!