The phenomena of CBD is here! It is in EVERYTHING! Make-up, Creams, Vapes, Latte’s, facials, and even gummies. CBD (known as a chemical compound from the cannabis plant), has become an exploding industry which leaves many to question its benefits. A bigger question floating around for many parents – Could it be considered an option to help those with mental illness and disorders?
Recently, a conversation came up with a few friends on this very topic. There is much confusion to this plant-based medicinal option. There are two types of CBD. The CBD Oil without THC and CBD oil with the THC.
Some of you may be saying, “I don’t or never did smoke weed so I really don’t know if there is a difference. I don’t even know what THC is.” Continue reading
Five years of God leading me to write a book, it has now come to fruition. My prayer for you dear parent, is that you will find hope and encouragement in this devotional as you journey through your emotional turbulent storms with your teen/young adult. To learn more of where to get this devotional – Turning the Tide of Emotional Turbulence: Devotions for Parents with Teens in Crisis
A dear friend of mine recently sent me an email letter discussing the very famous saying, “God never gives you more than what you can handle.”
So the question is, “Does God give you more than what you can handle?”
My daughter and I had this very on topic discussion recently. As a young adult with PTSD, anxiety disorder, depression, mild mood disorder, and CAPD along with short term memory issues, every problem that surfaced was magnified. That is how teens and young adults view their problems too When difficult times come their way and they can’t handle it, they find that they failed God or God is punishing them as though they did not have enough faith to get through their circumstances.
Telling our child that God never gives them more than what they can handle, sets them up for disaster. How? When a teen is faced with insurmountable odds and they have tried everything in their mind to survive it, they come to the conclusion that they are too weak to conquer anything and will give up. This is especially true for a teen who struggles with deep depression and is suicidal. Continue reading
PTSD was a vague term when I was growing up. Military men and women returning from war struggled to be a part of society due to the trauma they encountered. You heard of stories told in which men and women (mostly men), struggled to get by with daily life. Years later, a diagnosis was finally given to identify PTSD in those who served during the wars.
Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder originally became defined for anyone who suffered trauma from a war or horrific event in their life either through experience or as a witness. Now, in the year 2019, veterans are not the only ones given this diagnosis. Teens and young adults are falling into this category as well. Today PTSD is diagnosed for anyone who has suffered from a car crash, a rape, natural disaster, abuse, etc…. To give you a glimpse of someone who wrestles with PTSD, here are the main symptom indicators: Continue reading
I used to hate Mother’s Day. Did you hear that? “Used” to! I would see all of the mother’s surrounded by their smiling and laughing children of all ages giving honor to their mom. These children would present signs, crafts, give gifts, and bestow beautiful words of love and respect onto their mother.
Me? Nada! I dreaded this once a year holiday. Why? Because there were crises left and right, ongoing drama, heartless thanks, and a plethora of other problems toppled on each other. Instead of feeling I just came out of a word entrenched spa enjoying the accolades of praise for being the best mom, I was instead left in tears, guilt, shame, hurt, and pain for being a mom to a teen with serious issues.
I envied other moms. I was jealous of how they spent time with their families enveloped by so much love it would burst like the Fourth of July fireworks. Unlike that moment, I stayed in bed with the covers over my head wishing I could start life over. Did I say I hated Mother’s Day? Continue reading