Last night at dinner my sweet Aurora got food possessive it seemed like when she got her dinner it sparked her memory, and she wanted some of everything in the house. For some reason her home situation with two older brothers came to my mind and I explained to her that she was by herself here and didn't have to worry about her food disappearing here. She loved the idea and settled down and she even saved her leftovers. I never thought about how much little children are exposed to stress from even a good home environment.

I will become a little more bionic today. I'm having a shoulder rebuilt and hoping for much-needed pain relief.

In the past, I moved through life assuming tomorrow was guaranteed. Now, every breath feels like a gift, every sunrise a second chance. Awareness isn’t living in fear of what could happen. It’s living fully because you know how precious this moment is. 👉 Today, take a moment to see the life around you.

By Tom Jalinski There are chapters in our lives that begin without warning—quietly, unexpectedly, and often, when we need them the most. This is one of those chapters. It’s the story of how my son Jeff, once distant, once unreachable, walked back into my life and helped me heal in ways I never saw coming. A Complicated History Jeff is my youngest son by birth and a middle child by marriage. I raised him from the time he was a toddler. When he was four, I met my second wife, who had a son of her own. Jeff’s role shifted overnight. He was no longer the baby. That change, paired with the challenges he faced during adolescence, created a difficult path for him—and for us. He’s always had remarkable talents: an eye for art and a gift for writing. Like me, he’s a perfectionist. And like many perfectionists, his expectations of himself and our relationship were often higher than I knew how to meet. By the time Jeff was in his twenties, our bond had frayed. And by thirty-five, we barely spoke without it ending in anger. The Knock on the Door Then, just before Jeff’s 40th birthday, he showed up at my door. We hadn’t spoken in years. I wasn’t even sure what kind of conversation we’d be capable of. But when he arrived, I felt something shift in my heart. Before he even stepped inside, I sensed a calm, positive energy I hadn’t felt from him in decades. He stayed for five weeks. During that time, something remarkable happened—something I wrote about in an article titled A Holiday Miracle: A Father-Son Bond Rekindled. I described the way Jeff changed. His kindness. His willingness to help. The genuine joy he brought into the house. It was the kind of transformation I had always hoped for, but never expected. Then Life Threw Us Another Curve Just weeks later, we got the call. Someone found Jeff unconscious and rushed him to the hospital. His heart, already weakened by genetics, was functioning at less than 50%. We told him to come home. Not just to recover, but to be cared for, to be loved.

During your wellness or healing journey, how have you handled the mental struggles?