For me, winter has always been about hibernation; a burrowing into ones self to reflect, relax and embrace the slow growth that comes from such hibernation. I’ve taken a break from blogging the last three weeks. I’ve closed down my small business I’ve had for 6 years and am going through the motions of dismantling… Continue reading For Every Season Comes A Change
Two months sober. Never thought I'd say that both because I never thought sobriety would be something I'd seek and because I never thought I could ever do it. To be sober is quite sobering Photo by Sora Shimazaki on Pexels.com In the two months since quitting drinking I wish I could say so much… Continue reading Two Months Sober
I’d been on the fence for a few years about sobriety. Could I do it? Would I do it? How? I started by committing to Sober October a few days early after a particularly embarrassing drunken night at the end of September. I told most people I was doing it to see if I could… Continue reading Finding the Answers
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
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
When I was a little girl, I was afraid of the dark. I had a repeated nightmare of my house catching fire and everyone perishing. I’d be running frantically through the fire, dodging falling debris trying to save my family while simultaneously trying to find a way out through smoky vision and darkness. The fire… Continue reading Two Cents Tuesday: Sitting in the Dark
To say I had a good childhood would be true...until I was 12 that is. Then shit hit the fan. To protect my family who may read this and for those who know them, I'll leave it to your imagination to understand how a young girl with a bright future chose victimhood, resentment, booze, sex… Continue reading My Past Doesn’t Define Me. It Inspires Me.
A few weeks ago I wrote a post releasing my fertility journey and all of the negativity surrounding it. I no longer wanted to talk about what I had been through. I didn’t want to hear the words ‘miscarriage’ or ‘secondary infertility’ anymore. I wanted to remove myself from the online support groups, delete the fertility… Continue reading The Epilogue to My Story
If you've been following along in my (almost!) one year journey of blogging, I've had a pretty transformational year. Two miscarriages and a whole bucketload of self reflection and healing has led me to admit something that I never thought I'd say: I'm ridiculously, ridiculously happy. I've become THAT person: the one who is always… Continue reading I’ve Become THAT Person
The time has come for us to lay down the Weapons of Body Destruction and throw up our arms in Victory. You know what I mean, right? The weapons. Of body destruction. The scale is the biggest one. The diet books are another. The "get slim quick" pill. The wraps. The cellulite blasting lasers. Basically… Continue reading Fall in Love with Your Body: Release the Guilt and Eat the Damn Chips!