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Why Bother Asking for Help? Almost two years ago, I made the commitment to blog every other day to all of you. The odd part about blogging is that my audience is invisible. I only know a few of you because of the comments you’ve left for me to read. So, although I may not…

Why Bother Sharing the Pain? A tragedy can either draw people together or it can alienate us from one another.  Our family’s tragedy, unfortunately, cut us off from each other for years. One of my sisters used the phrase, ‘silo mentality,’ a business term, that described our family after our dad’s suicide. We kept our…

Why Bother to Be Loved? I grew up watching the Ed Sullivan show on Sunday evenings with my family. The show did not hold my interest as much as the horseplay that took place during commercial breaks. Dad would stretch out on his side down on the living room floor and two of my brothers…

Why Bother Exploring Shame? A few times in my childhood, I remember being reprimanded with these words, “You should be ashamed of yourself.” This expression made me feel small and at the same time, a little bewildered. I was never quite sure what exactly I had failed at doing. I understood that I’d disappointed the…