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Renee Dubeau

Finding your magic after life kicks your ass.

This Will be the Year of No More Kicking and Screaming.

Sometimes when things aren’t working we have to ask ourselves why we’re making it so hard. What attachments are causing our suffering? What expectations are we bringing to the situation that is creating our frustration, fear or disappointment? What would happen if we let go of control and just trusted that everything would work out exactly as it should, when it should and how it should? Could we save ourselves some stress? Could we be more present in our lives if we stopped worrying about tomorrow?

I Called Fourteen Hospitals Last Night, Looking for My Suicidal Friend.

“I love you. Thank you for always being there for me.” Her text message took my breath away. Somehow I knew she was trying to say, “goodbye”. I responded, but she didn’t reply. A mutual friend called to tell me... Continue Reading →

What If My Self-Loathing Had Nothing To Do With Me?

Peeling back the layers of my shame and self-sabotage. My mom died in February. To say we had a complicated relationship would be an understatement. While mother was in the hospital, my sister and I were scrambling to get our... Continue Reading →

I Chose to Stay.

1–800–273–8255 if you or someone you love is having thoughts of suicide. I’ve been there before. Depressed. Overwhelmed. Hopeless. I’ve felt alone, abandoned, unloved. I’ve been so deep in my own self-loathing I couldn’t see a way out. I couldn’t... Continue Reading →

Two Years Ago I Was Crowd Surfing At A Metal Show. Tonight I’m Blowing Bubbles For My Cat.

Maybe it’s middle age. Maybe it’s quarantine. I swear to all the gods it was an accident, and alcohol may have been a factor when I crowd surfed for the first and last time, at forty years old. I was... Continue Reading →

Dear Dystopian Writers, Can You Like… Not?

Remember back at the beginning of the shut down, when people were still (mostly) rational and sane? Remember when the grocery store shelves went bare due to panic hoarding? Remember how people started freaking out and America descended into unimaginable... Continue Reading →

When the Most Wonderful Time of the Year… Isn’t. Bringing some light to the dark days of December.

The holiday table can be a place of joyful feasting with our loved ones. Or, it can be a painful reminder that there is an empty chair this year, where someone we miss desperately should be. It can be the place where someone gets drunk, makes and ass of themselves and starts drama that will last from Thanksgiving dinner until the midnight toast on New Year's Eve. If it's a dramatic display, we'll still be talking about it next Christmas...

Season of the Witch — Coming out of the Broom Closet.

I think it takes huge balls to be a grownup who still believes in magic. Just believing is a real accomplishment - it means you somehow kept your childlike wonder and didn't completely succumb to the harsh realities of the world. It means... Continue Reading →

My Country ‘Tis of Thee- Illusions of Liberty.

It's July, and you know what that means. We're supposed to eat some hotdogs, wave a flag and blow shit up while shouting, "USA! USA! USA!"But, to be perfectly honest, I really don't feel like celebrating this year. It seems... Continue Reading →

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