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A Beautiful Space Makes a Beautiful Mind

A Beautiful Space Makes a Beautiful Mind

I’ve been a bit absent about keeping up with my blog as I took some time to wrap my head around many things that all seemed to jump out at me at once. I’m still on hiatus as per my chiropractor with my running and most of my ability to workout. That hit me fairly hard as it’s been part of my regular routine for so very long. With that came A TON of anxiety over my weight, my loss…

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This is anxiety. This is my life.

This is anxiety. This is my life.

This is anxiety. This is my life. I sat in my daughter’s room tonight. I was trying to talk to my best friend but tonight like most nights as of late, we didn’t have much we could share. Life’s been so damn busy that it just doesn’t happen anymore. A few minutes here, a few minutes there. “What are you doing tonight?” “Running after the baby is asleep.” “I’m at the store.” “I miss you.” “I miss you, too.” And…

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The Day My Anxiety Left

The Day My Anxiety Left

I felt it today. Normal. My normal. The normal I’ve been missing for over a year and a half. Today I was shopping with my toddler. We experienced the meltdown of all meltdowns. You know the kind. Screaming, crying, flailing limbs. She was inconsolable. We were past nap time. I stood in line with her calm, super patient just rocking her back and forth. I told myself She’s my third kid, I’m a pro at this by now. A week…

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When The Rock Became A Pebble

When The Rock Became A Pebble

In every relationship there is always someone who is “the Rock”. The one that anchors everyone when things go awry.  More often than not this person handles the hard stuff and appears to do it with ease.  They are people pleasers. They can hold it together and somehow make everyone feel happy and comfortable. Have you ever seen a rock break? It rarely breaks down the middle. It starts to crack around the edges. Little pieces here. Little pieces there….

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Anger and Distress… who is this person?

Anger and Distress… who is this person?

Month Nine.  Boy I had no clue I would ever be here.  I need to know who I am now so that I can become who I want to be.  This takes a lot of self reflection.  It also takes a lot of power and strength to move forward and to share my feelings strong enough with those who love me so that they get it. That is always my fear.  I’m a people pleaser.  How do you tell someone…

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I AM SUPERWOMAN… WHAT?

I AM SUPERWOMAN… WHAT?

Superwoman???? Over the past few weeks I’ve been called Supermom… Rockstar…. Superwoman.  I just roll my eyes.  I’m just me.  I’m not doing anything fantastic or special.  I’m barely holding it together.  Supermom?  Holy hell no way! Or maybe I am?  I can see it now… ————————————————————————————————– Wanted: SUPERWOMAN Must be able to keep 3 kids alive daily, load the dishwasher everyday, wipe down the counters, wash and fold endless laundry, take care of the sickies, change 42 diapers a…

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How’d I get here?

How’d I get here?

Geez, my life has taken so many twists and turns along the way.  I sat here this morning wondering how the hell I got to where I was.  I’m not upset about it, mind you.  Just curious. Three weeks anxiety free.  That’s a major accomplishment.  If anything was going to set me off, this past week had a hell of a chance.  We’ve been without hot water since Sunday.  I’ve been dealing with more service repair people, contractors and receptionists…

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I Refuse to Sink!

I Refuse to Sink!

The last two weeks have been big ones for me.  I’m finally starting to feel like my self again.  I’ve tried everything in my power to get myself back on track. Win #1… For one, I know that improvements in my medical condition have changed my attitude and level of stress greatly because… well, who wants to hear that their body is working against them?  I’ve worked hard for that not to happen so when it occurred it was like…

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Bandaids and Running Shoes

Bandaids and Running Shoes

As a Mom fixing boo-boo’s becomes a right of passage.  You’re always there with the bandaid to cover up and protect the wound.  With a friend or my spouse, I’ve always tried my best to do the same.  The bandaid became a kind word, a card, a phone call, a hug or a shoulder to cry on.  How do you do that when your spirit is broken?  I’ve been in a position in the past two weeks when I just…

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Moving Forward

Moving Forward

It’s been an interesting week.  I’ve officially been diagnosed with postpartum anxiety.  Shockingly, I’m quite relieved to hear that.  I guess it helps to make me feel that I’m not going bat-shit crazy.  It hasn’t been an everyday thing for me. Thank God because I don’t know how I would function if it was.  I do pretty well a good chunk of the week and one or two days completely meltdown. Curious as to what I’m feeling?  These are some…

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