Tali’s World

  So much in a person's life revolves around the attitude you show. It matters on how you present yourself to others. I have watched many of my family look like they never struggle. I know they probably do in their own ways. At the end of the day they all have positive attitudes when it comes to different things in their lives. They deal with cards that they were dealt.  Then I have some family members who are negative all the time. They complain about how bad their life is. How nothing goes right for them. They deserve good things because they a good person. Truth is you don’t always get what you want because you are a good person. You have to think about your attitude and how you present yourself to others.  I have noticed the more selfish the person is, the more unhappy they tend to be. All they care about are their needs and wants. They don’t care about those around them. When they are told to put others before their needs. Even if they change their thinking for a minute, they

  On one of my Facebook groups the question was presented to the group “Imagine a future version of you, 10 years from now, travels back in time to visit you today. They give you a hug, then give you a ZOX that makes you tear up, because the words on it are exactly what you've needed to hear for a while now. What are the words on the inside of that ZOX?”  Thinking about this I took this a step further. Not only could I come up with something now, it would apply if I could go back in time now and talk to my teenage self. Even talked to myself 10 years ago. This is what I would like to tell myself.  Trust your instincts. Your instincts are strong. You should not doubt yourself. You knew that in your heart before you ignored those feelings.  Feel the emotions that overcome you. It’s ok to cry. It’s ok to get mad. Let the tears stream down your face. Do not wipe them away in fear of embarrassment. Do not not wipe them away because it makes someone uncomfortable. Your feelings matter. Y

  7 months ago, in August 2023, my world changed forever. My mom got rushed to the hospital. The words I never thought I’d hear come from the medical responders “she has a-fib.” Growing up around paramedics most of my life, I knew that wasn’t a good sign for my mom to be in. That was pretty much the last time she was home.  Four weeks in the hospital, followed by two weeks of rehab. Ok great she can be released. The last week in September she came home on a Saturday. By Monday she was rushed back to the hospital for a-fib again. Another two weeks in the hospital and off to rehab again. This time she was in a nursing home rehab. That is where she has stayed. She hasn’t come home. She continues to battle this.  I sat in the primary’s office this past Monday. She asked me how my mental health was doing. I checked in and said therapy was hard. I let it all go. The tears came flooding down. From a hard day at work and therapy.  I couldn’t contain it anymore.  As the tears streamed dow