Pinnedangela l smithinKnow Thyself, Heal ThyselfPurgatory of WordsWhat do you do when you loose the ability to do the one thing that means the most to you.May 205May 205
Pinnedangela l smithinKnow Thyself, Heal ThyselfRainThe rain came today, and my heart is singing.Mar 98Mar 98
Pinnedangela l smithinInvisible IllnessMigraines Made Me Who I AmHow childhood illness shaped my sense of self and how I interact with othersNov 15, 202328Nov 15, 202328
Pinnedangela l smithinAge of EmpathyThis Is Not Your Trauma, It Just Feels That WayEven though traumatic events are individual experiences, the feelings they evoke are often universal.Sep 21, 20236Sep 21, 20236
Pinnedangela l smithinAge of EmpathyDeath, Grief, and Panic AttacksMemories and pain are often hidden in the changing seasons.Aug 23, 20238Aug 23, 20238
angela l smithinAge of EmpathyShedding The Weight of My TormentorMy weight loss saved my life, but probably not in the way you thinkSep 7, 20233Sep 7, 20233
angela l smithinAge of EmpathyCaregivers GhostThere is a lot of irony in the word caregiver when it comes to terminal illness.Aug 26, 20235Aug 26, 20235
angela l smithI Don’t Know How to MournAfter 5 years, I‘m finally at a point where I can actually mourn my mom’s passing, but I don’t think I know how.Jun 1, 20235Jun 1, 20235
angela l smithTaking Care of YourselfHow do you do that when you are so often the one discarded?Jun 1, 20232Jun 1, 20232
angela l smithDeath & WildflowersBright signs of life surround me, and all I can think about is death, pain, and abandonment.May 5, 20236May 5, 20236
