I want to be honest and upfront about something so many don’t talk about- postpartum depression and delayed bonding with a new baby. There’s such a stigma around this topic, especially with mamas like myself who have previously lost a child. “Cherish every moment” “Don’t take it for granted” “It goes by so quickly” “The [...]
Yesterday was one week since our PICU admittance with Vallie. I haven’t posted since we were discharged, because if I’m being completely honest, I’ve needed some emotional recovery. Recognizing how close we’d been to losing her, to losing another child, is deafening. When she was her sickest, they had rushed us through the ER, and [...]
Something I've had to accept and heal from lately is the realization that some people will never acknowledge the damage of their conduct in regards to you. So I wanted to write about how important it is in these situations, to honor YOURSELF and your needs. You have to be strong enough to know when [...]
I have a confession. I don’t spend a lot of time on “me”. Self care isn’t my strong suit. I don’t have my nails done, I think I wax my brows once a month if I remember to, I might shave my legs once a week if I get more than 5 minutes to shower. [...]
I am a face of PTSD. Today, June 27th, is National PTSD Awareness Day. This day is dedicated to creating awareness of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, and the struggle of the people it affects. PTSD is a form of anxiety that can develop after a person experiences or witnesses a traumatic event, such as death, serious [...]
Here’s a truth for you. I am self conscious of my weight. I have been all my life, but more so now than ever before. Now, before you comment and try to placate or assuage, read further. If someone tells you they are uncomfortable in their current body. Don’t say “Well I think you’re beautiful” [...]
For much of my life I have battled anxiety. I was devastatingly shy, mortified of being noticed. I can remember vividly having panic attacks as a child. Laying in my bed at night with my heart racing, crying as I stared at the ceiling and thought about getting through another day. I didn't want to [...]
