A very common theme in my life is that I’m fine as long as everyone loves me. Or at least doesn’t hate me. I know that literally not everyone will love me. But, more or less, it boils down to that. If people don’t like me, that must mean there’s a problem with me. I’ve …
It’s Sunday afternoon when I start this post. I’m sitting on the airplane now, I’ve said goodbye to most of my friends, and I’m traveling home with the friend I came here with. This weekend was a lot. There’s a lot for me to process and reflect upon, and I’m not sure where to start. …
It’s day 3 of my trip, and things are going….well, they are going. Anxiety is vey much present, and even though I’m definitely happier being here in my hotel room than I would be at home right now…my anxiety is a heck of a lot worse. Things at home are out of my control, simply …
As I’m sitting here in my peaceful, quiet hotel room, I realized that this is when I usually write! Instead of being stressed and overwhelmed and overtired, I’m instead sitting in bed, drinking coffee and watching tv. I’m sorry…what? Who’s life is this? The hotel I’m at is beautiful, the view is even better, and …
Well, this is another morning that began at 4:30am. This time, on purpose though. I made it to the airport by 5:30 and was in the air by 6:30. Im currently waiting for my second flight to depart, and I should make it to NC later this afternoon. I already have a huge sense of …
Well, it certainly was a weekend. I’ll give you that. Mother’s Day was pretty shit, and really just felt like any other day. I feel like my husband usually puts in a bit more (or any) effort, so I was kind of, just a little bit, bummed. But he did go out with all 3 …
The Saturday before Mother’s Day is knows as Birth Mother’s Day in the adoption community. It became known and recognized in 1990. “The intent of the day, as created by women who knew what it was to place a baby for adoption, was to honor and support each other as the world around them prepared …
Well, this morning got off to an early start, once again. My 4 year old didn’t wake up at 3am…he woke up at 2am. And then proceeded to wake up my 6 year old…..and yeah. I was not a happy person. The baby also had a horrible night, and basically didn’t want to sleep after …
In therapy, there are your typical weeks. Weeks that feel standard, or normal, or as expected. But there are other days which feel much more…powerful. They’re not expected, not scheduled or thought about or created…they just happen. I’m struggling with how best to word it, because for me, it was such a powerful moment. We …
I had a hard day, but I kept it together. My husband came home early from work, he got me Starbucks and Auntie Anne’s (2 of my favorites), and made me feel loved. I texted my birth sons parents, and they made me feel loved and appreciated. And I got through the day. Then, the …