Author Archives: Leslie Kennedy

I am someone who needs validation. I have anxiety. Validation means my thoughts are based on reason, not anxiety, and so, I need it. Divorce had been eye opening. I had a fairy tale dream of a nuclear dysfunctional family like the kind I watched on TV, like the Cosbys, and, similarly, Roseanne, Married withContinue reading “Validation”

Truth: Sharing your news sucks The thing about divorce is that is immensely private. It is also, terribly public. Unless you’ve lived as hermits in a forest, you have friends, family, co-workers and neighbours, who will eventually know you are the victim of a failed marriage. And you know what? Whether you’re the initiator orContinue reading “Divorce Truth #1”

via Linda Kallerus/FX It’s been a long personal break in my life, taking the longest break from blogging since I started blogging professionally well over a decade ago – all for third parties, the whole time. It has been a time of internally analyzing rather than getting thoughts down on ‘paper.’ Mental math, if youContinue reading “The “Fleischmans” Gets it”

“Everyone has something they’re dealing with you know nothing about.” ‘Aint that the truth. Though, I think for anxiety sufferers, there is a real minimization of how impacted we are allowed to be by the events that strike us. One of my two children has been struggling with mental health, to the point where haveContinue reading “Waves”

There is something interesting that happens when you decide to take a look at yourself, who you are, why you are and how you are. It’s not fun. It’s not easy. Most of us avoid it like the plague. Because, in order to be objective, you need to be honest, and being honest means owningContinue reading “Metamorphosis”

It was 2.5 years ago I took myself to the Cayman Islands to visit a friend. I was dealing with a lot of inner turmoil at the time. I needed time away. I needed space and distance to regain my breath. I was walking along Seven Mile Beach when I witnessed this storm out inContinue reading “Above the storm”

My grade 3 teacher was not nice. She didn’t get me. I was nine. I’m not sure what she didn’t get but we didn’t gel. I was nine. I remember very little of that school year. I can visualize the classroom. I can remember that she used to give us Bretton crackers if we hadContinue reading “The one good thing”

I have faced a few mountains lately. I look up at them and they seem so tall it’s like, why bother? I can try, but I’ll get discouraged by the increasing incline. I’ll look back behind at how far I may have come, but see the steep hill ahead, and feel paralyzed and stuck. SoContinue reading “‘Aint no mountain high enough”

I have always been a social being. This pandemic is kicking my butt for a whole host of reasons, but having to be apart from friends and find ways to entertain myself has been among my biggest challenges. I know I am not alone in this. Boredom seems to be the name of the gameContinue reading “Peace in boredom”

So what, exactly, is the point of a public blog if I’m prone to oversharing? Seems a bit counter intuitive and risky. No? Being a writer has always been my form of expression. Some people draw. Others play piano. I find therapy in words. Maybe it’s seeing my thoughts in black and white that allowsContinue reading “Sharing”