The last few weeks I’ve been in a bit of a funk. My husband asks if I am OK and I say, “Yes, just tired. Just feeling unmotivated and a little discouraged.” But then when we were talking last night I felt unwanted tears welling in my eyes. I don’t cry very often. I hate
I see you there. You’re in the grocery store desperately trying to push a shopping cart while also wrestling with a screaming toddler. I see the tired haze in your eyes. I feel your anxiety. I see you at the park when your child won’t share or he’s throwing sand at other kids. For all
I have struggled with depression since I was eleven years old. It is not something I felt comfortable admitting to anyone. As a teenager when I would have a depressive episode I would stay up all hours of the night pouring my heart into this huge purple diary. There were times I was in so
“Without vulnerability, there is no creativity.” These words were gifted to me yesterday by Brene Brown. Until yesterday, I had no idea who she was, but when perusing Netflix, I found a special on courage featuring her and decided to watch. The timing of me discovering this message was honestly perfect because I happened to
We all have bad days. Maybe it’s not even a particularly ‘bad’ day by definition, but it certainly feels like it to you. You feel irritated, overwhelmed, like there is too much to do and not enough time to do it, like you are being pulled in twenty different directions and just can’t cope. Phew.