Postpartum Depression is a Con Artist (among other things)

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)”

Busy boys, busy days

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”

It’s all about me

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”