A letter to the man I try to hate

If I look back through my journals I can find several entries that are clearly full of fury. My writing becomes messier and bigger than normal. All writing in moments of rage about how angry you make me. I hate the way you make me anxious. Most days I know I will be stuck in…

The constant realization – I am a parent

Are you ever reminded that you’re a parent Some moments I find my myself thinking “You’re a mom, like a real mom.”  Today my daughter made jokes and played pranks. My daughter got undressed and put on red nightgown Disney princess on the front. Tag in the back. I stop, shocked. When did I stop…

Mom, Daughter and Anxiety – A trio

*Moved from my old blog* I’m a mother to a super awesome three year old. I always expected parenting to be hard. Anxiety makes it so much harder though. I was watching Rogue One the other day with my family and it begins with a small girl being left all alone to fend for herself….