Do you ever have those days where you find yourself emotional and borderline crying over seemingly every little thing? That’s how I’m feeling. Like, just any little thing has me basically an emotional mess. Maybe it’s the fact that my husband woke up at 4:45am to go to work and I had to drive him […]
When the anxiety is so palpable, you can hear nothing but your own heartbeat inside of your ears. Your chest feels like it’ll very likely explode with the next way too strong beat. You don’t want to drink more. You know that won’t help! But it does……..until it doesn’t. Until you take it too far.
If I leave first, you can’t hurt me Read More »
When I woke up yesterday, I was so excited it was Friday. As you may or may not know by now, Friday is the one day of the week that I don’t have any standing appointments. Often, I’ll schedule doctor appointments on Fridays, but not always. My excitement for my “quieter than normal day” quickly
Sick babies, cozy cuddles, and worst case scenarios. Read More »
Today is the day I’ve been dreading. The day we take our 12 month old to Dallas for his super big important emergency appointment to see our neuromuscular doctor. She’s worked with our family for a good few years, and she’s pretty much the head doctor in their care. Remember, we have a super weird
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One of the things that I struggle with is anticipatory grief. Basically, it’s the feelings of grief occurring before the loss, or whatever hardship it is coming up. It’s a valid thing, and it’s real, but it sucks. Yesterday, in therapy, I guess we focused a bit on that. With my birth sons birthday coming
Tomorrow is my sons 5th birthday. Although, honestly, he seems so much older. He is so much like me, in both the good and the bad ways. His emotional intelligence is higher than the majority of adults that I know. He is kind and compassionate and empathetic and loving. He is becoming the best brother
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My son is sick. His birthday is in exactly 2 weeks. He’ll be 3 years old. (And no, I’m not okay with it.) He is the unfortunate recipient of a horrible genetic disorder, along with his older brother, gifted by none other than myself. The way genetic disorders work in families, each member can experience
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