Trish Felecos
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I am a writer buried beneath a full-time job, marriage, and 3 sweet kids. I care for my mom who's battling terminal cancer and a dad who has a penchant for surgeries, with my two sisters in between juggling life.
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Misunderstood
Let’s be honest, “you don’t know what it’s like to be like me,” and I am most definitely “stronger than yesterday.” This is sort of a “story of a girl who cried a river” but the only thing she drowned were her sorrows on a tear-stained pillowcase. I seemed to forget that “big girls don’t cry” when the tears were always bubbling just below the surface, waiting for the next rejection from a crush or spite from a best friend. Man, “why’d you have to go and make things so complicated?”
By Trish Felecos5 years ago in Confessions
The Mom I'm About to Lose
I was 31 years old with a 3 month old baby in my arms sitting on a coffee table in my parents living room when I found out my mom had brain cancer. We didn't know at the time that it was terminal but somehow, we knew. Weeks later when we would learn that the life we had before was over and this new life would be full of pain and sorrow, my mind began searching for every memory of her I could hold onto.
By Trish Felecos5 years ago in Families
All About Sisterhood
I was introduced to Gilmore Girls when I was in college in 2007. Long after the show had been airing live, my sister gifted me a few seasons on DVD for my 19th birthday. Ahh nostalgia...back in the day where if you wanted to "binge watch" you pulled out an encyclopedia-sized box full of a season's worth of episodes at a time. Side note: Do people still know what encyclopedias are?! Instead of pushing the "Yes I am STILL watching" button, you had to change out disks every 3-4 episodes. I immediately fell in LOVE. The mother/daughter dynamic, the quirky small town, the COFFEE. The characters immediately drew me in, and the fast-pace and quick-wit kept me coming back. I rooted for Rory and Dean while reflecting fondly on my high-school romances. When she got caught up with the bad boy, Jess, I couldn't help but remember the time I dated a guy 6-years older whom my family had FORBIDDEN I see. Obviously making him all the more interesting to me, I gave 2 years of my life away to a poorly written love story. I watched episode after episode, season after season. All I asked for was another season on DVD for birthdays and Christmas until I had completed my 7-season set. My bookshelf-turned-entertainment-center proudly housed my collection, and I re-watched each season more times than I can count during the many years I lived alone and couldn't afford cable.
By Trish Felecos5 years ago in Geeks
Medicated
I was diagnosed with generalized anxiety disorder back when I was in high school, but I felt like my relationship with mental illness started many years before that. When I was 8 I was diagnosed with Tourette’s syndrome and it became a permanent part of my identity. At some point I remember doctors (or maybe therapists?) throwing OCD into the mix as well. I felt like I had a laundry list of things that described who I was and defined who I would be. My days were full of routines and rituals in between playing make believe on the playground and trying to disguise my ticks as part of my charming personality. I learned early on how to try to conceal the things about who I was that might be different or embarrassing. Some, I couldn’t, so I would get mildly teased or I’d become an annoyance to friends and family. For the most part, I was a normal kid, but from a young age my mind seemed to buzz to the point of explosion and I was constantly figuring out and adjusting my plan of fitting into the mold I thought I needed to fit into.
By Trish Felecos5 years ago in Psyche
Life and death and Tuesdays
It was a cold Thursday afternoon when I got a text from my best friend letting me know her grandpa had passed away. He had been ill but ultimately fell victim to COVID-19. Alone in a hospital for 7 days, he took his final breaths as his family sat, scattered across the country, hopeless and praying they would get to see him one more time. He was old but the tragedy of having to die alone when you have a loving family who would give nothing more than to be by your side is heartbreaking.
By Trish Felecos5 years ago in Families
New Year, Same Me
I do not love resolutions because I tend to give up on them which in turn makes me feel like I’m giving up on myself, but I do love a fresh start. Whether it is the first of the month or the first of the year, I take any opportunity to pause for gratitude and soak in the beauty of turning a blank page.
By Trish Felecos5 years ago in Motivation
