My bed is calling to me right now. Choo-choo kept me up for two and a half hours in the middle of the night. No matter how many times I rocked him, sang to him, cuddled with him, and gave him hugs and kisses, he just wouldn’t lie in his bed for longer than ten or so minutes without yelling for me again.
I was angry and frustrated about it. I mean, come on. He deprived me of nearly three hours of desperately needed sleep.
Then I started to think. Continue reading “Late night revelation”
Right now in the US, we are in the middle of Mental Illness Awareness Week, which spans from October 1 through October 7. For those who don’t know what this is or what it means, the Mental Illness Awareness Week is put on every year to help fight the stigma associated with mental illnesses. I know this without having to look it up because all too often, people judge and ridicule that which they don’t understand, Continue reading “Mental health awareness”
I lost it. I totally freaking lost it. Choo-choo and I had two nearly perfect days, then I snapped.
After being called up to his room for the twentieth time in half an hour during nap time, all my hard work went into the toilet. Continue reading “Having a mid-anger crisis”
So, I told you yesterday about my fun-filled day with Choo-choo. I thought for sure that since we had such a great day, we would naturally have a great night, too.
No such luck.
Yep. We had another long night. Choo-choo woke up and called to me 15 times throughout the night, from midnight to just after 6 AM. I’m not even kidding. I wish I were.
The thing about long, sleepless nights while battling depression is that no sleep equals no peace of mind. Continue reading “Being mindful of my attitudes”
Two little words.
So simple, it seems. And yet, so loaded with emotion. Often, the above phrase is accompanied with annoyance, surprise, or even disbelief. People utter those two words together to anyone they think has no reason to panic. Continue reading “Word to the wise”
I’ve been getting a lot of rejection of my professional writing by literary agents and journals. Part of my brain is belting out “Let it go! Let it go!” Another part, however, that nasty depressive part, is feeling pretty low about it.
Continue reading “Thank you!”
This is what I have looked like recently:
Eyes closed, hands on temples, desperate for my headaches to disappear. A combination of stress and lack of sleep have ravaged my body. I am achy and sore from my feet and legs up my back to my neck to seemingly no end.
Once Choo-choo started waking up in the middle of the night again, I knew this was coming. There was not a doubt in my mind that all that sleep deprivation was going to wreak havoc on my body.
I just wish I’d realized how bad it was going to be. Continue reading “My achy, break-y body”