It’s been 8 years since my father passed away on a day like today. A few years ago, I wrote this article on him and “My Father Was An Alcoholic: A Lesson On Forgiveness”
Category: Self Love
My adventures in learning to love myself.
I can’t love a half, I need a whole.
Today my sister messaged our group chat talking about how some of her friends criticized a recent girl’s trip we took. They said things like: “I can’t love a half, I need a whole.”
A Little Goes A Long Way
In one of my gyno visits, before conceiving Achilles, my doctor asked me how much I wanted to weigh after giving birth. Naturally, I wanted “A Little Goes A Long Way”
Let yourself love yourself, but let yourself love others too
The other day I received a message in my DMs. It was from a girl who wanted to connect with other bloggers in her area. “Let yourself love yourself, but let yourself love others too”
What I Wish I Knew Then
I was 21. I had all the energy in the world. I remember partying all night and going home for a quick change of clothes “What I Wish I Knew Then”
We can’t all be happy all the time—a little motivational speech
Some days, I feel like I can’t even get out of bed, and I beat myself up because I shouldn’t feel that way. “C’mon! Stop “We can’t all be happy all the time—a little motivational speech”
Your Time is Now
Today, I came across a post on Instagram that read: “Your journey has molded you for the greater good, and it was exactly what “Your Time is Now”
I’ll take a HOT without a side of MOM, please!
Lately, everything in my life seems to revolve around being a mom—even my looks. When I post a picture, people comment things like: “Motherhood looks “I’ll take a HOT without a side of MOM, please!”
I’ve Been Feeling Sorry For Myself
The past couple of months have been difficult. If they would have asked me what motherhood was like before Achilles turned 4 months, I would “I’ve Been Feeling Sorry For Myself”
Writing Under the Influence
If you’re reading this, it means I’m still alive and somewhat dangling on the verge of insanity. I’ve been infected with motherhood, and the battle “Writing Under the Influence”