renée a. schuls-jacobson
LOVE inspires art
I’ve received plenty of positive feedback regarding my art work over the last few months. What started off as a distraction – something to help me get…
Limping Back to Life
It is said that each year on Rosh Hashanah, “all inhabitants of the world pass before G‑d like a flock of sheep,”…
Morphing From Writer to Painter
Over the last few months my creative muse has reappeared, pulling me away from writing, away from my busy mind, which likes to think and dwell and ruminate. These days, my muse wants me to paint, which is cool because when I paint, I can turn off my mind and have fun getting messy with color….
Showing My Colors To The World
Some of you are waiting to hear my next report about how I survived the horrors of benzo withdrawal. I know you’d…
My Own Yellow Brick Road
When Dorothy Gale of The Wizard of Oz started her journey down The Yellow Brick Road, she was terrified and, with the exception…
Just When I Think I’m Most Alone
tall walls closing in around me, my cardboard world sogging around my ears my eyes, seeing only basements and dirty floors and…
When Good Intentions Go Wrong
While standing in the checkout line at the grocery store with a full cart, a woman showed up carrying a carton of…
Night Time Horrors
I love children’s books. When my son was young, I delighted in introducing him to all my favorites, but I especially loved seeing his…
The Early Days of Benzo Withdrawal
Part III of my account regarding my struggle to survive after weaning off clonazepam, a powerful anti-anxiety medication. To read Part I,…
When The Bottom Fell Out
I’ve spent the last 8 months healing after weaning off a powerful drug: one that was prescribed by a doctor. It was a…