Naked
Nope, not a post about sex or actual nudity, more of the emotional, vulnerable kind. Sorry if you had your hopes up!
Read More...Tag: ppd
oh, my beautiful boy, you
He’s perfect. And mine. And so me it hurts sometimes. He’s stubborn, relentless, and gloriously confident.
Read More...The Leftovers
It’s the hardest thing I’ve gone through. And just when I think I’m free of it–and back to my regular family history/hormonal depression, thank you very much–the leftovers of it hit me again. The guilt I feel for how I struggled. The worries. The fears.
Read More...To My Boys
My children are three and three months, so obviously they don’t understand, they just know maybe mom isn’t there as much as she normally is, especially G. He’s more cognizant of it. If I could tell them anything, I would tell them something like this…
Read More...Oh, Reality: Things I’d Wish I’d Known.
On the days where life doesn’t seem to make sense or be working out for you, know that somewhere a future version of yourself is writing about why it really fucking did.
Read More...Whoop, There It Is
It’s…isolating. Exhaustion. Frustration and frustrating. I just want to sleep, and sleep, and sleep until this feeling goes away.
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