And No. is a full sentence. — There is something to be said about the expectations we place on the people closest to us. …

Exposing my illogical fear. — It is vivid.. It feels so real. My body tense with the anxiety.. Frozen in fear. My psychiatrist called it “intrusive thinking” Intrusive thoughts are thoughts that seem to become stuck in your mind. They can cause distress, since the nature of the thought might be upsetting. They may also…

Is brokenness just around the bend? I’ve never met a man like you. One that is so driven, so focused. Poised, yet humble. A protector, a presider, a provider. Leader by nature. I’ve never been with a man as hard as you. One that has their own way of operating…

But fear not, we are keeping the dog. — Earlier this year I found myself pondering heavily over the idea of having children. I’ll spare you the details and simply let you read deeper in to those thoughts, here… It has been about a month since I wrote that piece and I can confidently report back that the final…

Walking in Love. With just You. Could it be, could it really be, that it is just you and me? The boy is asleep, and it’s not even eight, could it be? For a moment in time, you press play, the melody begins, Your hands around my waist, you pull me…

The sweetest Valentines Day gift, I ever imagined. — So dreams do come true. This weekend my sweet man and I decided to look at puppies. (If you read my post about the dreams I had of Junior, you will understand the significance) We had a big “talk” about how we were just going to look and we would…

February Life Prompt: How do I practice self-care? — You know what’s really annoying? Being annoyed with yourself. You know what’s even more annoying? The fact that you can’t rid yourself of yourself. But don’t worry. You can try, you can try really hard. There are many options to try. Playing games with yourself can go on for a…

And you probably can’t convince me otherwise — Is it going to be true, what I fear the most? Or will the worrying be the worst part of the process? Will I feel relief in knowing what I have or have not done? Or will my worried thoughts destroy me? Am I doing it for me, or someone else? Is it…

And how I realized the strength I never saw in her. — When I first made the decision to have a blog a year ago, I promised myself that I would be extremely honest, vulnerable and raw. I wanted this to be a space for me to completely process my emotions and digest the trauma that I have endured. I have learned…