I wrote this several months ago, long before my blog, but I decided to share it with you all now:
“Stop playing with your food!” I yell for what feels like the fiftieth time just during dinner alone. My chest is tight, my stress hormones pumping out at maximum capacity. Continue reading “Postpartum Depression is a Con Artist (among other things)”
Choo-choo has been getting up several times in the middle of the night for two weeks now. “Mommy! Mommy!” he screams. I drag myself out of bed and to his room. Continue reading “Late nights”
This past weekend, Diesel, Dodge, Choo-choo, and I went up to a vintage truck show held at a car museum. We had stacks and stacks of books to keep Choo-choo occupied for the hours-long drive there and back. We also had several toys. He had plenty to keep him busy, including his best friend Dodge. Continue reading “Busy boys, busy days”
Or so some believe. Recently, I have been called selfish, self-centered, callous, unfeeling, and unsympathetic. I have been criticized for going public with my struggles. It’s that whole “Don’t air your dirty laundry” way of thinking, Continue reading “It’s all about me”
I tend to not give in to my OCD anymore. I have learned to let some things go. I’ve learned to keep things from bothering me. My anxiety is way down from where it was even six months ago.
But there is one obsessive issue I cannot let go of: Continue reading “All mixed up”
Junk food has been my go-to for a long time now. It filled my mouth to prevent me from screaming. It comforted me as I cried. It gave me the illusion of feeling happier.
Lately, though, Continue reading “Healthy choices”