I’ve thought about it every day. Usually more than once. And yet, by the end of the night I had yet to write a single word. Day after day. I never intended on walking away from my blog for over a month. But I suppose it wasn’t entirely by accident either. Because a month ago [...] [...]
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I clutched my secret close to my chest and reminded myself day after day to keep it hidden. Just a little bit longer. Just until I was sure it wouldn’t be snatched away the moment I revealed it. My husband was the only other person that knew. Turns out it didn’t matter if we kept [...] [...] There are days when I think the depression is getting worse. Days when I have pretty much zero interest in doing anything. And to tell you the truth? It sucks. It’s bullshit. I know therapy is helping. I’m recognizing things about myself that have been eye opening and healing. But I don’t think it’s enough. [...] [...] March 3, 2010. That is going to be one of those dates I remember for a very long time. Like December 30, 1999—the day JQ and I shared our first kiss. Or August 17, 2008—the last day I breastfed G-tot. Those are days I hope to never forget. March 3, 2010 was a Wednesday. It [...] [...] Five months ago things were really, really bad. I was spent. Exhausted. Overwhelmed. Devastated. For weeks after that horrifying weekend I wondered if I would ever be happy again. I wondered when it would stop hurting so much. I hoped it would be sooner than later. I was permanently altered in those moments in the [...] [...] Dear Gideon, In just a couple of days you will be three years old. THREE. Holy crap. For whatever reason I feel compelled to catch up on your monthly letters before that happens. I know, I know, it is just one more item to add to the list of neurotic things your mother does. Trust [...] [...] |
     
 
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