Choo-choo and I found ourselves in a situation the other day about naptime. I knew he needed to sleep. He vehemently disagreed. I left him in the safety of his bed so I could step away and take more than a few deep breaths. Continue reading “My little Destructor”
I have never liked being home alone at night. Once I was in my late teens, I still stayed at friends’ houses when my parents were out of town. While this fear relaxed a bit, it has never fully gone away.
Ever since my postpartum depression/anxiety and OCD kicked in, I have spent a lot of time wondering what I would do if someone broke into my house and attacked me. I especially worry about someone trying to rape me. I think about this mostly when I am in the shower, as I am the most vulnerable then. My mind floods with questions and what ifs. Continue reading “A stranger in my house”