Just Caylee

So yeah, I’m going to go with: Just Caylee. And I’m going to spend more time getting to be her too.

oh, my beautiful boy, you

He’s perfect. And mine. And so me it hurts sometimes. He’s stubborn, relentless, and gloriously confident.

Wants and Expectations

I mean, what’s the rule about a problem? If you acknowledge the problem, it’s the first step in fixing it?

Trust, Healing, and Fairy Dust

I’m a huge advocate for empathy. I believe we should try to see the best in people. But, sometimes it’s hard to see the best in someone who lets you see the worst in them.

The Big 3-0.

Milestone birthdays. Milestones. Restlessness, and a overwhelming feeling of missing out.

Fully Fucking Functional.

Today, things feel just as dark and hopeless as they did yesterday.

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.

Selling Tickets for the Hot Mess Express

I’ve opened this page more times than I can count to write something, anything, about what’s going on in my head, in our world, in my house, in my state, whatever.