A Bit Bipolar

Sitting in the room with the other two people who had come in to have lunch I felt claustrophobic. I thought I was going to be able to eat alone but that thought quickly vanished. I wasn’t having a particularly good day and I just wanted to be alone. I could hear their conversation and…

The Moment I Knew I Was Fat

I stood on the scale, perfectly aware that I was being judged. This group of girls weren’t the loving, friendly, supportive kind that I would become friends with in the next year, these girls were malicious, backstabbing, and cruel. They lived to make my life hell and kept pulling me back in with promises of…

There isn’t a Magical Ending to This Story

The sun was bright and bothered my eyes as I walked across the parking lot to the college where I had been a student for only a few weeks. My anxiety was high because of the sunny day, something I connected with my epilepsy (controlled for only a little while at the time) and only…

When Your Child is a Worrier

This weekend I noticed a pattern with my daughter and upcoming events or activities. She worries. She becomes obsessed with the details and asks numerous questions in order to figure out the facts prior to her arriving at the event or activity. While on our way for ice cream she was told by a friend…

Staying Hydrated with Brita – A Giveaway

This summer we are taking on the swim. We are full of the doggy paddle, the flutter board, the bop, and the safety slip. But my daughter hates putting her face and her head in the water. So we are encouraging, clapping, cheering, and being those parents on the sidelines that get the weird looks….

Netflix this May

Families are made up of so many different dynamics. Mother/Father, Mother/Mother, Father/Father, Stepfather/Mother, Stepmother/Father, etc. Society¬†doesn’t define family the way that we used to and we are open to all types of family units regardless of what they look like. My modern family is made up of a mother who works full time, a father…

These Words I Write

I have been submitting to a lot of places lately in order to have my writing read from different venues and while some have been very welcoming with great feedback, others have told me I’m not a good “fit” for what they are looking for. My words don’t flow with what they are currently presenting….

When Your Psych Closes Your File

When you fall off the coo coo wagon the first thing that you should probably do, in my experience, after you’ve cried to yourself in the corner and eaten an entire tub of ice cream, is call your psych. They’re the ones who, besides your spouse, have seen you at your worse. They’ve seen the…

You can call me Tina

On the drive home from school my daughter and I talk about her day. We talk about who she played with, if she had fun, crafts she might have done. Simple things because our drive isn’t that long. I often hear, from other parents at pick up, how much energy my daughter has, how outgoing…