I remember the first time I ever had a panic attack. It came from out of nowhere. It was so far off the grid of my experience that I didn’t even know it had a name other than torture. It all started when I decided to take a driving shift
I cried over my milk last night. Not because I’d spilled it, but actually because of a much more important issue: there wasn’t enough milk in my cereal. I was sick of partially-submerged cereal. I’d been a milk martyr for far too long. When my servant-hearted husband brought me the
I heard the lady curse as she reached the bathroom door. “F*@#!,” she said. She had only just realized, as I had a brief moment before, that the public beach bathroom was now closed for a quick cleaning and that she would have to wait. I was standing nearby in
Dear Mommies everywhere, You matter. Your work matters. Every day that you pour into your crazy children and messy house matters. Every tear that you wipe, story that you listen to, and fight that you help navigate—teaches your children that a parent is meant to love. And each time that
The other day my social awkwardness flared up big time. I was at a large gathering and I felt like a social spaz. I felt like Pig Pen from the Peanuts cartoon, walking around with his own personal dust storm of awkwardness. I wondered whether people could actually see the
Have you ever accidentally stepped into a memory from your past that sent you reeling? Yep—me too. A few months ago, I stumbled onto a painful landmine of unhealed pain in my heart. Trauma triggers are like that—so unexpected. You’re just walking along and then…BOOM! PAIN! It happened not long
I know this will be mommy blasphemy to some—but being a mom was NEVER my end-all goal in life. Neither was marriage. I’ve always wanted more than just a home with a white picket fence, children running around in the yard, and me cooking meals inside for my family. I
It doesn’t matter where I go—people think I work there. It’s been this huge inside joke that I’ve shared with God for years. Like—what’s up with that? But it’s true. People just approach me everywhere I happen to be. They think I know stuff. They think I can help them.
I’m a gal in process. I’m learning boundaries, and how to live a life that isn’t a self-proclaimed savior to all. If you are like me and can benefit from another’s journey of surrender, recognizing I’m no one’s superhero, for more of my process, check out my blog from yesterday!
I used to have a “savior mentality” when it came to helping other people. Call it codependency; call it what you like. But it became overwhelming and incapacitating. I completely emptied my tank helping other people and I got to the place where even simple text requests for prayer would