From Bully’s Sign to Granny Frass’s Screams…

From Bully’s Sign to Granny Frass’s Screams, How Blogging Became My Unexpected Therapy..

It’s kind of funny when I look back at how this whole blog started. Honestly, if you’d told me years ago that a crudely planted sign right outside my door, courtesy of Bully, would be the thing to finally set my bottled-up anger free, I probably would’ve just rolled my eyes. But there it was, plain as day: Episode 1 of a story I never expected to tell.

My first post: New Installation at Faurel Hill…

That sign wasn’t just some random act of annoyance. For me, it was a release valve for years of frustration that had been simmering quietly under the surface. I hadn’t found the words or the space to say it out loud before, but that sign shouted it for me. Maybe it was a cosmic nudge. Or maybe it was pure chaos. Either way, it got me writing, and that was the start of something I didn’t even realize I needed.

Now, I find myself writing about all sorts of things, some random, some serious, some downright ridiculous. Sometimes, as the words flow, I wonder if I’m being divinely guided. Or maybe it’s just Granny Frass, my late grandmother, hollering at me from beyond the veil, making sure I don’t take life (or myself) too seriously. She had a way of keeping things real, with a sharp tongue and a sharper wit.

This blog has become my unexpected therapy. It’s a place where I can vent, laugh, grieve, and heal. Where I can share the messiness of life without worrying about polished perfection or approval. And honestly? That’s been the best gift of all.

So, if you’re here reading this, thank you for coming along for the ride. Sometimes life throws us a sign, or a scream from beyond, and it’s up to us what we do with it. For me, it became words on a page, a little rebellion, and a whole lot of healing.

Here’s to the signs, the screams, and the stories that keep us going.

Mae 🧡