ONE month sober. I genuinely thought I’d never be able to say this. Even during pregnancy I’d have a sip here or a small glass of wine there. I have never gone this long sober since I started drinking at 14. Sad, eh? I’ve had this niggling feeling in the back of my mind for… Continue reading Strolling with Sobriety
Tag: motherhood
I Wouldn’t Have It Any Other Way. Or Would I?
A friend and I were texting the other day and she said, “I hope everything’s going well with you and the fam." I responded, “I’m literally drowning in children but I wouldn’t have it any other way!” I immediately noticed two things: I improperly used the word literally and I lied. Would I have it… Continue reading I Wouldn’t Have It Any Other Way. Or Would I?
Female Empowerment: What Not to Say
Do you ever notice how certain language feels weak to say and/or hurts to hear? As women, this is especially true. We use words that keep us safe, censored and in the good books of all. Or, some of us are the opposite and to hide their heart, using hurtful language to maintain the walls… Continue reading Female Empowerment: What Not to Say
Finding the Message
I mentioned in my last blog that I took a day for myself recently. I went for a reiki session, an Access Bars session and craniosacral therapy. I was hesitant to share what happened during these sessions but feel there’s a powerful message in this for everyone. After finishing up Access Bars which consisted of… Continue reading Finding the Message
Waving the White Flag
I surrendered. I waved the white flag. My cup wasn’t just empty, it was shattered. All my self care tools in my arsenal were failing: the bubble baths, the yoga, the poolside visits with friends, nothing was helping me feel refreshed and content. There is at least one child who is always on me. I’m… Continue reading Waving the White Flag
Just Start with G
Glennon Doyle’s latest memoir Untamed unraveled me: her thoughts could’ve been my thoughts, her words my words and I found myself highlighting the shit out of the book. As I assume it is with most people, reading is a stationary, introverted experience of watching a movie unfurl in my mind. It’s quiet, unexciting and most… Continue reading Just Start with G
The Liberation of “CareTooMuchItis”
After someone I know saw an Instagram post of mine the other day where I shared my overwhelm and frustration of a bad day (made worse by a bad week), I received an email from this person telling me: “this is the time in your life to give up all your own extra-curricular activities” and… Continue reading The Liberation of “CareTooMuchItis”
I Cannot Be Broken
I thought I was broken during my fertility struggles. I was emotionally and mentally in pieces and my body? Well, It wouldn’t do what I wanted. So it was broken too. Nothing was going to plan therefore everything was broken. As I crumbled, things around me crumbled. The engine in my car blew, my daughter… Continue reading I Cannot Be Broken
Peeing in the Dark
I’m pregnant. I’m shocked. I’m scared. I’m slightly devastated. I’m slightly excited. After five years of actively trying to have our son (who is ten months old today) we didn’t think this would or could ever happen. Between my endometriosis and nursing- I thought we were safe with the ole pull out method. Clearly my… Continue reading Peeing in the Dark
Then The Tears Come: A Lesson in Tragedy, Perspective and Love
My husband tells me I’m surrounded by tragedy. I know too many people who’ve faced terrible circumstances. I laugh him off: I run a fertility charity, of course I know tragedy. I know tragedy intimately both from my own life’s journey (and those I love) and because I am the type of person people want… Continue reading Then The Tears Come: A Lesson in Tragedy, Perspective and Love
