There is a huge difference between being happy with life and being content with life. Being happy with life seems, to me at least, to be a dynamic state of being that can change from day to day. There have been many times where I haven’t been happy with life. I’m sure any other human being could say the same. Being content with life is more concrete, less prone to change from one day to the next. Continue reading
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This topic has been a long time coming. Mental health. How many of you inwardly cringed at that? I sure did, and for many different reasons.
I’ve been told that maybe I shouldn’t talk about this. That maybe if I want to turn my blog into revenue, I should keep it upbeat. Screw that. This blog, above all else, is my outlet. That and most moms who have turned their blogs into revenue are simply honest, simply themselves.
If you’re a regular reader, you have been there with me as I have fought (I say fight, because it is a fight, and ‘struggle’ just sounds so defeatist) postpartum depression. I have been frank with you as I’ve described the lows, the relief of recovery, the heartbreak of a downslide. Continue reading
Another blogger group challenge…I am supposed to tell you who I am…We all know I am a mom and, for all intents and purposes, a wife.
But I am also so much more.
(Or: How SchoolGirl and ToddlerGirl always seem to wait to ask for something until I’m right in the middle of something)
It’s summer vacation time here at the Wench house, and that means a monkey wrench has been tossed into my fine-tuned routine. By fine tuned routine, I mean unending chaos. So it’s just more chaos today. Continue reading
Now that I can look back on the worst of my depression from the other side of the tunnel, I am shocked that I didn’t realize it sooner. I carefully kept everything under lock and key, safe from view. But I have been challenged by my friend Melissa to tell you the truth. Please take my tale as a warning, learn from my fail, whatever you will. Keep in mind as you read that I love my children with all my heart, and that never went away.
So. How bad was it? The short answer is really bad. The long answer is…well, longer. Continue reading