Truth-telling Thursdays: The Social Anxiety Monster.

Until 3 years ago, this is what my beach life looked like. EMPTY. This isn’t a metaphor for anything. No connection to my infertility journey.This is my anxiety convincing me that I needed to be off the beach any time I went, before everyone else showed up – or else… I was born and raised […]

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Tales of Parenthood: Becoming “Sports Mom”.

Oh, dear. What have I done? It was the only thing I kept repeating in my head as I raced around our house, trying to make sure we had anything we’d need before we left – because we weren’t coming back to the house if something was forgotten. Bug spray. Hat. Catcher’s glove. Towel to […]

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It’s Okay To Not Be Okay.

I’m still here. I’m still alive. Life has just caught up, and crashed into me in such a crazy way, that some days, I don’t even have time to catch my breath before the next day starts. I’m still writing. I’m a writer at heart, and that Notepad app on my phone gets put to […]

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Selfcare: Taking time on mental wellness.

There are very few things in life that you absolutely cannot change. How you chose to live is not one of those things. I was 10 years old when my mental wellness began to shift. Only 10 years old. It almost consumed me, depression, as I grew older. It sat there, in the driver seat, […]

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Dear Adam.

Dear Adam, I gave my son your teddy bear. I’ve written this letter to you a dozen times by now. Each time, it’s a little different. Each time, it still hurts my heart. I had a baby boy. He’s not really my baby anymore, though. He’s grown into such a little boy this past summer. […]

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Self-care and Guilt.

We’ve all seen going around social media, or maybe even have heard a friend or loved one say: “Self-care isn’t selfish.” While that may be the case. We really do need to take care of ourselves in order to be the best person we can be for our partners, children, other family members and friends […]

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Parenthood: Working on brave.

The other morning, strapping my son in and tucking his blanket around him in his seat because the air is crisp in the mornings now, he thanked me. My two and a half year old thanked me for performing something so basic for him because he was unable to do it himself. Along our morning […]

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