Self-Care: Stepping Away From Social Media

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…

I’m A Mother That Suffers From Sensory Overload.

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…

Postpartum Depression Does Not Make You A Failure.​

There’s been a lot of talk about motherhood and postpartum depression due to the #MyWishForMoms, created by Chrissy Teagan and AHN Today. I began to read the many stories shared by other moms, and I asked myself, “What would I tell Iris about postpartum depression and anxiety?” The idea that she may suffer, the same…

Why Am I Having These Thoughts?

Introducing Topic Tuesday’s! Today’s topic is intrusive thoughts. What’s an intrusive thought? It’s an involuntary thought, image, or idea that is unpleasant and unwanted. These thoughts can be hard to get rid of and can become obsessive. It’s important to know that if you get them, you are not a bad person. And, YES, everyone…

The Time That You Require

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…

Maternal Mental Health Awareness: Newsletter Edition

Let’s Talk About Maternal Mental Health Did you know that one out seven families are impacted by Pregnant and Postpartum Mood and Anxiety Disorders? Simmer on that. Do you know SEVEN families? Then you know someone that has been affected. But, how come no one is talking? Woman are made to feel inadequate if they…

The Broken Friend

I’m in this suffocating bubble known as depression and anxiety. The bubble increases with room to live. During that time, I throw myself into conversations, interactions, and fellowship. I’m eager to get up and go. Then the bubble shrivels up, taking the life force out of me. When I can’t function or breathe, I forget…