F.Y.I. And if you are or you’re in a relationship with a woman then you know exactly the tone in which I’m saying Eff. Why. Eye. Sometimes we can’t do it all. Actually, never can we ever do it all. But if you’re anything like me then you’ll try. And you’ll keep trying until you…
Continue reading ➞ Burn Baby, Burn
I hate summer now and I didn’t used to. But my kids love it and I wanted to reclaim some of that joy and I think that joy is found in the moment to moment choices where we decide whether we’re gonna be rushed or take our time, where we’re gonna be present or preoccupied,…
Continue reading ➞ Oh for Fork’s Sake
I don’t know who needs to hear this but you don’t have to. You don’t have to buy the latest fashions. You don’t have to download the newest apps. You don’t have to purchase the latest technology. You don’t have to spend your money on viral products. You don’t have to scroll on social media.…
I eat mostly intuitively. I move my body almost every day. And here’s a snapshot of said body. My BMI says I’m obese. My belly looks lumpy and it is the antithesis of flat. Agree to disagree but I have no intention of losing weight or even trying to change my shape. Because something deep…
Continue reading ➞ Body Balance
Let’s talk about mental health. Because when we don’t, I battle the demons that tell me counseling is defeat and medication is weakness.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀It’s not.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Today, I have to call in a refill for my prescriptions; that means 30 days of dose changes under the belt.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Over the last 30 days, I have told my husband numerous times:…
Therapy day. Something that we don’t talk about often is how hard therapy is because God, it can be hard. Working through trauma will gut you and challenge you and leave you questioning if healing is not just possible but if it is actually worth it. I always liken therapy days to peeling the layers…
I’ve never been good at absolutes like getting on my mat every morning. I can usually talk myself out of things that make me feel better by explaining them away as a need for rest. I’m not gonna lie, it’s been difficult to discern whether I need rest or if my depression is keeping me…
Continue reading ➞ Proactive Prevention
I get skiddish when I meet new people and then we become Facebook friends -mostly because I go and friend ‘em on Facebook. I suppose that makes me a bit of a massichist but let’s put a pin in that for now. I also find myself uncomfortable when my co-existing online and real life friends…
Continue reading ➞ No Shame in My Depression Game
Depression is a beast. A monster. Maybe even a demon. It is ruthless and relentless and I think it might be evil. It is brain numbing and soul crushing and life sucking. It taints the very thing we need to release ourselves from its grasp: our mind. And it destroys the one thing it takes…
Continue reading ➞ Managing Mantras
Once upon a time I deactivated my social media accounts and in doing so, Facebook deleted my Rebel Housewife page and that means it also deleted all the micros that I had written which is all well and good but also it was definitely an unexpected consequence of my social media sabbatical. In order to…
Continue reading ➞ Rude Intrudes
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