Today was the day. The day you felt the overwhelming urge to be done with this life. Suicide felt like the right decision. As a relief from pain you have been desperately trying to escape. There was a flaw in your plan. Fear, family, friends or fate caused a pause in the plan you were … Continue reading As an inpatient psychiatric nurse, I’m glad you’re here.
I'm just a mama, looking to get less fat than I was last week. I am not a tire flipping, barbell lifting, competition maniac. What the hell I am getting into?
"I just got passed by a 10 year old. Ok, this is a little embarrassing better get moving."
In life many people strive for perfection. There is an image of a perfection that seems completely unobtainable. Guess what, it is unobtainable. I am now a mom of three under five, in my thirties, and there are just so many damns I do not give. Damn not given #1: Toxic relationships: Growing up I … Continue reading Giving Up on Giving a Damn
You're sick. Not the sniffles but full-blown sinus pressure, nausea, body aches, weird drainage, can't think, can't breathe, fever, coughing, sore throat, full-blown exhaustion kind of sick. Basically, you've become a walking receptacle for all germs and your poor immune system is getting its ass kicked. It's not surprising that physical illness inhibits your ability … Continue reading 5 truths of a sick mom.
Christmas tree, presents, cookies, vomit, boogers, and fevers. All of these things describe Christmas traditions in our home. Since having children we have not experienced a holiday season without a gross illness sweeping through our household. It's as if my family's immune system takes a holiday during Christmas break. Our home echoes with sneezes, coughing, … Continue reading It wouldn’t be Christmas without sick kids.
I hurt everywhere and I have downed a enough ibuprofen to kill a horse...
I am not a woman who puts a lot of value in makeup. It is more of a nuisance to me than a necessity. That being said, makeup has its place. I would feel foolish walking into a big event without a few strokes of mascara and a dash of color. Because of this, I … Continue reading When a “beauty specialist” reveals your “level of aging”.
Even my fat pants have stopped lying to me.
I'm treading water at best.