It’s the end of the day on what is my son’s 7th birthday. And oh, what a day it was. I feel SO much pressure to make these days perfect. The days that are special. That they’ll remember, and think back on. I feel like it’s all on me, and if I fuck it up, […]
Pretty good for a bad day Read More »
We are officially one week away from our big important trip to the NIH. That pretty much means that now is the time to stop procrastinating, and put it into focus. I have to pack. And prepare. Mentally and physically. I’ve never flown with 3 kids before. Actually, I’ve only ever flown with one kid
One week away, and a brain full of feelings Read More »
Writing straight from my head and straight from my heart. That’s what’s important. That’s what I need to do. I’m feeling really off. And weird. I think what it boils down to, is just…tired. I am tried. Of life. Of living. I’m tired of hurting. There are so many things that I want to be
Stuck in this cycle of trauma and pain Read More »
Today started off rather unexpectedly, but it turned out to be exactly what I needed to happen. Every single week day consists of MULTIPLE appointments for me to take my 3 kids to. Usually, I drop my oldest son off at school, immediately take one or both of the other 2 to therapy (PT or
A “break”, but not really. And the burnout is real. Read More »
Yesterday was a whole day. All of them seem to be lately. As always for a Monday, it ended with therapy. For some reason I was more nervous than normal going into it, but I think that’s just because I was feeling some pretty intense things, and that doesn’t always translate super well. We talked
Unnecessary self hatred, and worth being loved. Read More »
For the first time since before Christmas, this is a Monday that truly feels like a Monday. Between holidays and the flu and winter storms, Mondays have been weird for a while now. But this morning finally feels…normal. And honestly, I’m happy to see it. It’s a rainy day…my favorite kind of day, and I’m
Running our own race Read More »
It’s that time again…that magical hour I seem to get once or twice a week of complete solitude. When no one is left in the house but me and the dogs. And, oh, is that so very much my favorite hour. No one needs me, no one is talking or making noise or crying or
Self care…wherever you can find it Read More »
Sometimes, nights have no business being as good as they are. Like tonight, for instance. Last night, my husband got the news that his dad, who has been on hospice battling many forms of cancer, had less than 2 months to live. His throat cancer had returned (on top of the liver and colon cancer),
Hard, but not broken. And worth it anyway. Read More »
My heads in a rough place. A really…really rough place. So, maybe we’re done. Maybe we give up. Maybe I’m done being hurt. And feeling alone. Going through things that no one else can understand. But even more than that? More than they care, or try to understand. People don’t know how to relate to
Maybe I’m just too broken. Read More »
This post ends up going a lot of places that I didn’t expect to talk about. It’s a hard one…but a good one. It’s been a “snow day” kind of week here in Texas. And by that, I mean, it got really cold. And sort of snowed. And the state shut down. No work, no
Feelings, feelings, feelings. And snow days. Read More »
