I can vividly remember sitting on my aunt’s couch, wallowing in a pint of ice cream with a side of pizza rolls, as I confessed to my cousin that I was suffering through a devastating breakup… AGAIN.
Multiple guys, multiple break-ups, but it always ended the same; tears and junk food.… READ THE REST
I’m just going to lay this out there: I have an anxiety and panic disorder. I’ve been plagued with severe anxiety and panic attacks for 12 years now due to multiple childhood traumas, and anyone reading this who has a similar struggle knows that this doesn’t mean I’m just kind of a nervous person.… READ THE REST
I’m a stay-at-home mom who firmly believes that cooking and cleaning are not part of my job description. Do I make meals for my child? Absolutely. Do I maintain a level of cleanliness in my home as not to attract bugs and avoid hazards, sure.… READ THE REST