Doing What I’m Told . . . And Trusting God
I don’t even know how to begin this post. I’ve already started crying. But after talking with my therapist and psychiatrist they recommended that I write about it. So I’m going to listen and do what I’m told. We’ve all written posts about Sandy Hook, have prayed and done random acts of kindness in [...]
After Shocks
So . . . I haven’t been around lately, at all. Not on Facebook, not really on Twitter and definitely not here. And I’ve missed it all. But something more pressing has been keeping me occupied, and once it was under control, well I’d kind of lost my mojo. Again. You all know that all [...]
Politics and Facebook
I’m a republican. But I don’t think Obama is evil. Do I agree with his politics? Not quite. I also don’t think Romney is evil. Do I agree with Romney? Not quite. So who am I going to vote for? I don’t know. Then, after reading my Facebook feed this morning I decided. I’m totally [...]
3 1/2 Years . . . You’ve Come A Long Way, Baby
September marks the 3 1/2 year ‘anniversary’ of my first stay in a mental hospital. July 2013 will mark four years. Each September, as the kids start back to school I’m flooded with memories of the day I fell apart and went in that first time. I was obviously a complete mess, but I honestly [...]
Mojo
I seem to have lost my blogging mojo this summer. Right now I feel as though I’ve told my story. I like in some ways I’m just floating through my blog and skimming others blogs. I don’t understand it, or know what to do. I love blogging. I love reading others blogs. I find [...]
Competitive Much?
I am not that competitive. Honest. And when it comes to my kids and sports I work at being even less competitive because I first want my kids to have fun, then be good at a sport/activity. Or so I thought. Tuesday night the girls had a swim meet and they <em>love</em> swim meets. Sarah [...]
Going Old School
So. Violet, Sarah and I are battling lately. This is getting to be old, hearing me say this, right? I’ve allowed them to become very disrespectful of my husband and myself. So much so that two people have commented on it. You have no idea how humiliating that is. But I had no idea on [...]
Why I’m Afraid You Were Depressed
I’m afraid you were depressed – even though it could be a bonding and educational relationship for us both. But I’m afraid you were depressed. (And I’m afraid to tell you I was depressed and stll struggle with depression/anxiety.Which is totally ridiculous becuase I tell the world here (or, like 12 of you). I mean, [...]
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I'm a survivor. A warrior. A woman, wife, mom, friend, sister. The best 'me' I've ever been. I lost 2+ years to severe depression & anxiety & now I'm healing. For the first time in years I'm awake. I blog to let others know that you are not alone. I thought I was. I'm here to tell you I was wrong. Join me in this crazy journey of new life, laughter & love with my three amazing kids, my awesome husband & my crazy brain. 

