Hi, everyone! I want to start things off by giving you all a sense of who I am. After being a housewife and stay-at-home mom, I have recently re-entered the world of writing. Though I started penning stories when I was a teenager, I’ve only recently found the courage to send my work out into the world to be read, loved, and published. (You can learn all about my writing adventures on Facebook at @lisakeiferwriter.)
I live with my husband Diesel and son Choo-choo. While I will strive to be as honest with you as I can, I have changed their names to protect their privacy. Choo-choo is a smart, silly, fun-loving, and sometimes temperamental 2 year old. Diesel has been the love of my life for the past 12 years, though he struggles to fully understand what it feels like to be me.
In this blog, I will share my ups and downs of life with depression, anxiety, OCD, and PTSD. I will open up about how these illnesses started and how far I have progressed. I will also give you an insight into what life is like being a wife and mother in the land of mental issues.
(By the way, I find peace and serenity when I am out in nature, so I will share photos of beauty I have found in the natural world from time to time.)
I hope you will all join me on this journey!
For five days in a row, Choo-choo choke-hugged me. I know this is one of my triggers. I know he does not mean to hurt me. And I finally had the chance to fight back against my PTSD before it broke me down. Continue reading “Fighting back (and winning!)”
Choo-choo has been helping me with everything he can lately. He likes to carry the plates and cups to the dining room and clean up after meals. He excitedly asks to put away the boxes of cereal after breakfast. He even likes helping me carry the clean clothes into the front room to be folded.
I love when he is in a helpful mood. It is, of course, so much better than Continue reading “My little helper”
I really don’t have any words for how I feel today. I woke up from my third night in a row of emergency, only when I absolutely need it Xanax sleep. I slept through the time of taking my other nighttime meds.
Choo-choo is with Diesel doing something fun even though he was told yesterday Continue reading “My life today”
I have been working so hard, attempting to improve my health and my moods, attempting to be the best mom and wife I can be, all the while following my passion that is writing. Today I failed. Miserably. Most especially with Choo-choo.
Yes, he is a toddler. Yes, this is a very trying time. But today it was more than that. It is abundantly clear that he does not respect me. Continue reading “Respect”
I have never considered myself an artist. While I love paintings, drawings, mosaics, and everything in between, I am much better suited to the written word. I have carried this belief with me since my school years, back when I noticed all my friends and classmates had learned how to create realistic scenes and I was still drawing stick figures. Continue reading “Artistic endeavors”
I’ve been avoiding talking about the events that have recently occurred in America. This is not because I don’t care. I care immensely about people, both in my country and around the world. So much so that I find myself in a catch-22, avoiding the news because it hurts too much to know what is happening yet unable and unwilling to turn a blind eye. Continue reading “The state of this world”
As Diesel, Choo-choo, and I were leaving our house headed to a car show Sunday morning, Diesel stopped the truck at the end of the driveway. I looked at him in surprise as he told me, “Go look by the porch.”
That’s it. Just “Go look by the porch,” but no reason for doing so.
With confusion dripping from my every pore, I unbuckled my seat belt, exited the truck, and walked to where he told me. There I found this: Continue reading “Out of the shadows”