In my mid-thirties, I learned that not everyone worries. Anxiety isn’t a thing for many people. What?? [insert mind-blown emoji here] Stress, yes. Chronic anxiety? Not so much. For some of us who live with internal anxiety (or other struggles like depression) all the time, it’s hard to fathom just going about your day without... Continue Reading →
New Years
I have no idea what day it is. I’m living primarily off cheese and leftovers; the house is a pile of cardboard boxes, wrapping paper, and half-made Lego projects, at least 421 tiny pieces scattered around them. The kids flux between playing harmoniously with their new toys to almost murdering each other over whose turn... Continue Reading →