“Mommy, why did you get sick?”

As little as two months ago, that question would have started a shit-storm of self loathing, anger, and telling myself what a lousy Mom I am.  I don't think any parent wants their child to see them as weak, struggling, or sick.  I suspect it is even more so when the sickness in question is... Continue Reading →

One Mom’s Itchy Butt #7

I woke up in a bad mood today.  There is legitimately no reason that I can think of to be in this bad mood, but here I am. "I feel stuck" I've had enough of feeling this way, yet I feel like I do not do enough.  I've been working a lot on healing and... Continue Reading →

One Mom’s Itchy Butt #5

Delusions of Grandeur.... I've heard this term so many times associated with mania, and it never made sense to me.  If this is a metric of mania, then I am manic when I'm depressed or completely stable.  I'm a Mom.  My delusions of grandeur start at 6AM, when I think that I will get 3... Continue Reading →

…Or Maybe?

Black and white thinking has always been the bane of my existence.  Ascribe it to whatever alphabet soup you'd like, but it's been problematic for me as long as I've been able to cognitively recognize words in my brain.  It's not so much that I am so black and white, but I catastrophize (Is that... Continue Reading →

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