When I was pregnant with Tillie, I had horrific pregnancy anxiety. I had panic attack after panic attack and became agoraphobic during the last couple of months. After she was born, my anxiety decreased to a slightly more manageable, yet still miserable, postpartum anxiety (PPA). For months, I felt like I was white-knuckling motherhood. I…
On Instagram, I double tap photos of immaculately dressed influencers posing with Starbucks in the front seat of Range Rovers. On Facebook, I click through a sorority sister’s photo album from St. Barts – her fifth vacation this year, somehow. On Netflix, I binge watch a show about gorgeous people buying gorgeous homes with gorgeous…
I have to start by saying: it’s pretty surreal to me that I’m writing a blog all about George’s birthday while it is still 2020, but I guess that’s par for the course for this crazy, unpredictable year. This will be a little stream of consciousness, but I wanted to write everything down before I…
Back in June, I wrote a blog post about the massive curveball quarantine has thrown our family in the form of a brand new baby, expected January 2021. I never ended up publishing it because… well, it was a little rambling and even more woe is me. At the time, I was just trying to…
My 20s were incredible, but they were also messy and riddled with anxiety. As I head into my 30s, these are the things that I’m taking with me – and the things that I’m leaving firmly behind in my 20s.
Those people – with their DUIs and their hospitalizations and broken families – they are alcoholics. And if that’s what an alcoholic looks like, I’m certainly not one.
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When I was in outpatient rehab back in 2014, my counselor asked me to identify the conditions that made me most want to drink. It wasn’t a hard task: the times I wanted to drink most were moments of anxiety or moments of boredom. I called alcohol my “fast forward button,” and drinking was my…
I love social media. Anyone who knows me well knows that. Honestly, anyone who doesn’t know me well knows that. Maybe it’s because I’ve lived in five different states and want to stay in touch with the friends I’ve made in each one. Maybe it’s because I’m sappy and like to document every special moment…
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Families are better when they’re part of a village.
And lately, I’ve been really struggling with the fact that my village feels so far away.
It’s been ten whole weeks – 72 days exactly – since Tillie graced us with her presence. We’ve got two more weeks left in the “fourth trimester,” and we’ve survived. On one hand, it feels like I blinked and suddenly ten weeks have passed. On the other hand, it seems like those first few days…
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