I don't know why, but I feel nervous about writing this.
Maybe because it's still pretty fresh, and everything is still very much unsettled, and I am still very much unsettled. Maybe because it's just such a big and important story, and I don't trust myself to do it justice. Or maybe because it's been a while (hello, blog!) and I just feel a little rusty when it comes to writing about personal things.
Read MoreHey friends. If you're reading this, you've probably read my other two posts on PPOCD as well, and you might be wondering "Okay, so PPOCD sucks. What do you do about it?"
I'm glad you asked. This post is going to be dedicated to getting help
Read MoreConfession: I'm kind of afraid to write this.
Don't get me wrong: I'm not hesitant to write this. I think it needs to be said and the world needs to know (can I get some newsies singing over here?), but it's all a little scary to admit.
Read MoreWhen I went to my first counseling appointment, I didn't know that postpartum OCD was a thing.
It quickly became not just a thing, but my thing.
Read MoreI woke up this morning in a really good mood.
This doesn't happen very often (I'm, um, not a morning person), but it happened today.
So I'm writing it down.
Read MoreI've discovered a new favorite. A new favorite author, to be exact.
Her name is Liane Moriarty. Liane, if you will, since I'd like to think we know each other well enough to just go by first names.
Actually, she doesn't know me at all.
So it's Liane Moriarty.
Read MoreMy sweet girl,
You're starting Kindergarten today.
I know you're taking it in stride. You're pretty good at being carefree.
But guess who isn't very good at that? Yep, your mom. Me. And I'm kind of freaking out about the fact that you're starting Kindergarten today.
Read MoreToday, I’m going to give you some advice that I promise you’ve heard before. It is this:
spend time on yourself.
See, I told you you’ve heard it before! But hear me out, because I’ve got a few things to throw into this discussion.
Read MoreHello. I know we don't know each other very well, or really at all. But we now share a very special bond, you and I.
You see, you just bought my house. You sleep where I used to sleep.
Okay, I realize that sounds creepy. But even if it is, it's true.
I guess I just wanted to say a few things about that home of ours, if I may.
Read MoreChristmas has been missing for me this year. I'm sitting here, writing this by the light of our Christmas tree, which part of me, somewhere, knows is one of my favorite lights in the whole world...but it's missing. Something is missing.
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...in case you haven't figured that out already. I'm a mother (of four) and a wife (of one) and a lover (of Dr. Pepper). I write about real life, because I have one. Read more about me here, or just click around and enjoy! I'm glad you're here, friend.
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