Introducing Thursday’s Topic. Every Thursday, we will be introducing a new topic to discuss. These topics will focus on mental illness and parenting. We hope that we can create an atmosphere where parenting and mental illness coexist without judgment and shame. For our very first Thursday’s Topic, we will be discussing intrusive thoughts. Thursday’s Topic:…
Mental Illness does not define you as a parent. Parenting through mental illness can be difficult. It can alter how we view ourselves as parents. In the darkest days, we think of ourselves failures, unworthy of loving, and providing for our children. It can become overwhelming with the chaos the pain, as it blinds our…
The day started productively. My daughter and I baked muffins this morning. I had a small snafu with my coffee. The creamer went bad. I figured this would be the most significant inconvenience of the day. I wrote out a small grocery list: stuff for dinner, a couple of snacks for the kids, and without…
Do you ever feel as if you need to step away for a couple of days after doing something mentally exhausting? Say, no social media, or cleaning, or even cooking. Simple tasks but ones that seem cumbersome in the moment? Monday, one of my kids had dental surgery. Cue PTSD triggers for both of us.…
This morning, I woke up and decided I needed a break from technology. I didn’t have the mental energy for social media. I couldn’t sit and stare at the television. So, I watched Iris play. I read a little. Then, we took a nap. Typically, I don’t like to nap because sleeping has always been…
Every afternoon, I become irritable and anxious. It always happens. It doesn’t matter if my day has been excellent. I become overwhelmed and claustrophobic by the chaos of the day. It hits me like a wall of bricks, an instant urge to cry. I don’t know how to handle the mess. Where do I start…
I am not ashamed to say that I am thirty-one years old. I am ashamed to say, that for the first time, I went to a salon. In the past, I would have never allowed myself to spend that type of money or use that time, alone, without my children. It’s cliche, but my mom…
