Today, I feel like the meanest mom a half-ass housekeeper a recreational writer a novice runner an ungrateful stay-at-home mom a mediocre cook a negligent friend and an unattractive woman. The last fourteen days have been an absolute blur, days and nights intermingling, blending seamlessly. I've chaperoned a four-day excursion to Cheboygen with six fourteen … Continue reading Somedays it’s harder to feel like enough
I could hardly breathe sitting alone on the examining table Tuesday morning, wearing nothing but a loose, unattractive gown that opened to the front and my black, grey and royal blue striped knee socks. At least with my socks on I didn't feel completely naked. I picked them out especially for that morning because they … Continue reading Talking about depression is more uncomfortable than a Pap test.
I remember trying to explain to someone once how lonely and sad I was feeling at home while everyone was away at school or work. Their response was,"You sound like a bored housewife." After that, I rarely divulged that kind of personal information. Instead I just pushed through each month on those "sad and lonely … Continue reading When Sad Days Become Sad Weeks