Bleh

just can’t get my shit together. I feel like I’m failing in every avenue I go down. I can’t keep up with housework, working out, showering, appointments, and most recently… my mom’s birthday. It was yesterday. And I didn’t remember. And now I feel like shit. A big bag of shit. It feels almost impossible to be happy sometimes.

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Growing Pains

The first three years after mom passed away, my family was so close. I mean, we all just worked. So cohesive and functional. It felt great, to be on the same page. We lived close to each other, saw each other a lot, it felt necessary to be close. Like, if we weren’t, we would lose each other too. Clinging so close to one another.

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Waves

When Daniel and I moved in together, I had just lost my mom and my job. Being a functional human didn’t feel possible, so I did what any completely rational and happy person would do, channeled all my energy into moving into our house, rearranging furniture, and decorating. It was fun for a while but my attention span isn’t that long so I got bored quickly. I took our dogs on walks as much as I could, but my anxiety brain started to take over and it felt almost impossible to do that anymore.

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It’s a start

I don’t know how to start this. My mom passed away in 2017 and I feel like I’ve been though hell but also had a really great life. I always feel so guilty for being happy and content with my current life. It’s hard to deal with all these feeling and emotions and feel like I’m alone through it all even with a supportive family and husband.

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