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My inspirational box | Candombera's Weblog
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As a kid I wanted to be a Candombe dancer. October 26, 2014. When I was in hospital, we had Art Therapy once a week and we could create our own projects. I transformed a nappy box into my inspirational box. Art therapy is a powerful tool for recovery. I used to love every class. We were given a task either to explore our feelings on the day, or to distract ourselves from our minds and do something silly. Do you have any art projects as part of your recovery journey? Writing is definitely one! You are com...
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And just like that…. I was gone. | Candombera's Weblog
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As a kid I wanted to be a Candombe dancer. And just like that…. I was gone. November 3, 2014. And just like that…. I was gone. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out.
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Parenting | Candombera's Weblog
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As a kid I wanted to be a Candombe dancer. November 2, 2014. This is probably the most difficult topic ever. I’ve been postponing it as long as I could, as I don’t know even where to start. I am a new parent and it’s a daunting experience. It’s hard to talk about it, when everything is expected to be happiness and joy, specially after having difficulties conceiving a child. There are times when you feel just like walking away! Tagged "mental illness" "post-partum psychosis" "perinatal depression" stories.
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candombera | Candombera's Weblog
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As a kid I wanted to be a Candombe dancer. May 23, 2016. Ya pasaron veinte días desde que te fuiste. Quizás ya estabas cansado de la vida, aunque no lo contabas. Cada vez que hablábamos, vos decías que estabas bien. Me da mucha pena no poder haber tenido una conversación con vos en este viaje. Estábamos los tres para verte, para acompañarte, para recordarte que te queríamos… a nuestra manera, un poco extraña de querer, que tenemos nosotros. Hasta siempre viejo querido. Seguiremos adelante con tristez...
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Like Success | Candombera's Weblog
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As a kid I wanted to be a Candombe dancer. October 22, 2014. Great writing found and here to share with you all. Enjoy! Once said that she wanted the following phrase to be carved on her tombstone: I did my best; I hope you do the same. Recently I’ve been wondering what my best consists of. Should my best include aiming for society’s idea of success? Should it include achieving my dream career? Should it include building a family? Or should it just include the simple idea of being happy? Empezamos…...
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Diagnosis: post-partum psychosis (Memories from my days in hospital) | Candombera's Weblog
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As a kid I wanted to be a Candombe dancer. Diagnosis: post-partum psychosis (Memories from my days in hospital). October 21, 2014. It all started less than two months ago. I ended up in hospital, after two days as an in-patient. They said it: post-partum psychosis. How on Earth do you carry on with your normal everyday life when you’ve been diagnosed with a mental illness? The cops looked at me in disbelief. They said every night they hear a similar story, but I managed to convince them to call an am...
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Day by day | Candombera's Weblog
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As a kid I wanted to be a Candombe dancer. October 30, 2014. Another week goes by and sometimes they’re unpredictable. Not always goes according to plan or as expected. Some days are just miserable on its own and it’s hard to remain positive when everything else has its own rhythm. The road is there in front of us, and we choose how we want to live. It’s important to remember to smile, at least once or twice a day, there’s always a reason to smile! Isn’t it wonderful that we are alive and kicking? Mental...
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diario de una directora primeriza: septiembre 2008
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Diario de una directora primeriza. Martes, 9 de septiembre de 2008. No veía la hora de colgar este link acá. son los mejores. Suscribirse a: Entradas (Atom).
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diario de una directora primeriza: octubre 2008
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Diario de una directora primeriza. Domingo, 19 de octubre de 2008. Ya que no escribo, al menos recomiendo este espectáculo increíble. Miércoles, 1 de octubre de 2008. Suscribirse a: Entradas (Atom).
