I envy women who have sisters. I really do. There's something about a woman who has one. You can just tell.
They are more confident. They need less. They understand the female breed better
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Help!
As a care taker by nature, it's often hard for me to ask for or receive help. It triggers feelings of incompetence, unworthiness, and guilt.
I've always found pride in doing things for
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Reality Checks: Dating & Marriage
With Valentine's Day upon us, I struggle with the sensitive and gooshy side it brings out in some people. The day filled with random love quotes and perfectly edited photos, all adorned with fancy
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The scariest thing you could ever say to this alcoholic
I cannot tell you how many times it's been said to me since I've been sober. My sweet friends, loving family members, and good hearted individuals all wanting the best for me.
The
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Tv Mayhem
As if the holiday season isn't stressful enough, right before Christmas time our main living room tv went out. (Insert pandamonia, anxiety, and "holy shit I forgot to DVR RHOC!") It had been coming
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Hug it out
I hate hugging. In fact, I hate anyone within arms length of me. I'm not joking. It's as if I have this imaginary bubble around me that I don't want to share with anyone else.
Hugging doesn't
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Anxiety baby
I've been struggling this past week with some anxiety. Primarily at night, when I begin to slow and settle, and my thoughts can race.
Typically when this happens, I look over my self care plan and
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The Minimalist-ish
Hubby went out one night with a friend so I decided to curl up with takeout and find a good documentary to watch. I came across The Minimalist.
Initially I thought I'd not last long as who wants to
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The fraud at church
My mom did her best trying to raise us kids in a Catholic Church, but I never knew an intimate relationship with God through the memorization of prayers in CCD class, nor did I ever understand a
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