Tragedy

I am very heartbroken today, a young man with mental health issues has been charged with his fathers murder and the attempted murder of his mother. I knew him, I cut his hair and we laughed and joked about life and it truly breaks my heart. Mental illness is something even the most intellectuals in the field will never understand, my prayers and concerns are going out to him and his family members.
As much as my current situation feels crippling and horrible, I feel blessed to have the people, friends and family in my life and especially my children. I am grateful for my own mental health and know that my situation of pain is temporary whereas his and his families is now everlasting.

A very sad Chelsea....

THESE BOOTS ARE MADE FOR WALKIN....

THESE ARE MY BOOTS

WHAT FOLLOWS IS WHY I WANT TO USE THEM FOR WALKING...

I have had oodels of posts at the tip of my brain for weeks now and yet they never seem to make it to print.

I was going to write a post on Robin Hood and how I live in the Sherwood Forrest!( which I do)

I live on Sheriff Way, if you hang a right you will hit Prince John Way followed by King Richard, Maid Marion, and Robin Hood. I had eloquent descriptions of why the names had meaning but they have disappeared.

I was going to write about the troubles of my heart and why I struggle with the balancing act. But I am still struggling and feel troubled and don't quite know how to put in on screen.

I had a post surrounding the awesomeness of my children and how they make it all worthwhile!

I had a post regarding my sheer hate of dogs. I can appreciate that others need the attention and companionship of a dog however I have enough needing going on when I come home and the last thing I need is a four legged animal needing me. Not to mention my dog eats my bras.

I am starting Psychiatric Nursing School on the 11th of June and I am seriously nervous and scared to death, which I was going to eloquently share.

I was going to delve into the delima of my bum shoulder. Which is getting worse and there are some days where I cannot do up my bra. Which wasn't a big deal a week ago because my dog had eaten them all!

I was about to enlighten you all on the joys of boundaries and why we need them. When I realized I had let mine down and let people in who were negative and hurt full.

Lesson learned: never let your boundaries down.

I am definitely a walker, when things are not going well I tend to walk/run as fast as I can. I don't necessarily think it is a bad thing. There are times where running has saved me. Right now though I think running will only hurt me more.

So I will walk and see how it goes.