Mikki Brisk

I’m a really good liar. I hid my depression for years – YEARS, y’all – and absolutely no one knew. (Except for that strange lady who walked right up to me in a grocery store and said, “Your aura is…

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Like you, I’m trying to deal with the world. It’s a scary time. For some, it’s downright terrifying. There’s worry, anxiety, stress… And a lot of us don’t know what to do – for ourselves, for friends and family, for…

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    I was reading a piece over at the BBC News site and in its text there was an old English word that grabbed my attention: uhtceare.   Uhtceare (pronounced oot-key-are-a) describes the act of lying awake in the…

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    Remember when I shared my stress over an upcoming, unexpected physical exam? Well the whole thing went down the other day, and I survived.   I was so worried about it. That’s a bad habit of mine, worrying…

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    Have you ever jumped waves? It requires an ocean (or a lake large enough to have tides). I hadn’t jumped waves for eons, so last week when Mister and I waded into Maui’s warm Pacific waters, I wasn’t…

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    I forget. Often. Not where I left my keys or the phone. Not my name or where I live. I forget joy.   It’s an ugly habit, forgetting joy. I am blessed beyond words and yet I often…

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