Tag Archives: depression

To My Children: You Saved My Life

I love my life, but there are days when I don’t want to exist. This feeling often surfaces with no rhyme or reason. It can happen whether or not I’ve had a bad day. In fact, most times when I feel this way, everything is going right. That’s the thing about depression. It can sneak…

Video: The Surprising Impact Our Words Have On Our Children

I’m sure you’ve heard some iteration of this saying before: “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.” But this isn’t entirely true. Our words hold a lot of power – especially the ones we use toward our children. The things we say to our kids – both encouraging and…

Coping With Separation Anxiety While Traveling Without My Kids

My husband and I spent Memorial Day weekend in Washington, D.C. It was a nice, much-needed getaway. The weather wasn’t terrible and we got to see my brother who lives in Virginia. And did I mention we were kid free? This made our trip much simpler than when we all go somewhere. We didn’t have…

Why I’m Not Ashamed Of Taking Medication For My Anxiety

How often have you taken aspirin for a headache? What about cough syrup to ease the crappy way you feel when you have cold? Chances are that anytime you’ve done so, nobody has given it a second thought. You haven’t hidden your Theraflu at the checkout lane. And you have whispered that you’re taking Nyquil.…

When You Can’t Afford To Take A Mental Health Day

Every time I hear about a celebrity going to a hospital or cancelling tour dates due to exhaustion, I think to myself, how nice would it be to have the ability to pause life when it all becomes too much? The thought usually comes as my kids are destroying the house, or I’m washing dishes…

Surviving Mother’s Day With A Toxic Mother-Child Relationship

It’s almost Mother’s Day. You can tell by the jewelry commercials on TV, the flower, candy and card displays in every store, and the print ads in your mailbox. For me, Mother’s Day means getting cards and drawings from my kids – and inevitably having to purge art from years past to make room. And…

How My Anxiety Diagnosis Made Me A Better Mom

Parenting is hard. It’s a 24-hour job with late nights and early mornings. There are no lunch breaks or vacation days. You don’t get paid and there are no accolades. When I think about it, I wonder if I’m crazy for signing up for this – twice. But then I remember I do get paid.…