Tag: mental health
Motherhood: The Job with Delayed Gratitude
As I reflected on my journey through motherhood, one thing became abundantly clear—it's a job with delayed gratitude. The sacrifices, sleepless nights, endless worry,...
Anxiety Hits Motherhood: A Personal Reflection
I've lived with my anxiety for so long that it mostly feels normal to me. But motherhood offers endless opportunities for unhinged anxiety to...
The Speech Therapist Who Saved My Life
It was December 2015. Our family moved from Florida to Grand Rapids, Michigan in the Spring. In mid-November, I gave birth to my second...
My Teenager’s Recent Autism Diagnosis
There's a Facebook video of my daughter Jody that went viral in our friend circle. She was three years old and on a ride...
Moms Under Pressure
Somewhere in my youth, I must have believed that there was an actual "supermom" gene that fueled other moms but skipped me. As I...
Struggling with the ADHD Medication Shortage
This week alone, I have played phone tag with numerous pharmacies, my doctor’s office, and our insurance company in search of one thing: the...
Grief: I Did it. I Leaned in!
My dog died.
Patches was 15. She gave me joy. She was sweet. She fit our family perfectly. She needed us. I needed her. And...
Battling Decision Fatigue
I remember recently sitting at a restaurant one evening and staring at the menu, feeling foggy and unsure of what to order. I smiled...
My Nonbinary Journey Update
Here’s another update about my nonbinary journey. I wanted to preface this post with a quick discussion about Nex Benedict. At the time of...
I Don’t Want to Adult Anymore
Adulting, zero out of five stars, do not recommend. I've decided at the ripe age of 38 that I tried this adulting thing, it's...
It’s (Maybe Not) All My Fault: OCD in Motherhood
I was working on a project when my phone rang. I looked down and gasped. It was my daughter's teacher. Without even picking up,...
The Instagram Ad that Made Me Want to Scream
One evening, I waited for pasta water to boil while my kids wrestled loudly on the couch. I scrolled on my phone to drown...
Twice-Exceptional: Raising a Gifted and Neurodivergent Child
Savannah's chocolate-colored, twinkling eyes looked up at me. She asked, "Mommy, what is the moon made of?" Her voice didn't sound like a two-year-old;...
Be the Sunshine: Coping with Dreary Days
I would like to think of myself as usually a glass “half full” kind of individual. But going on seemingly ten days straight without...