Mental Health & Self-Growth

From increased anxiety, medication side effects, and an irregular cycle, I just want to feel like myself again.

Over the years, I learned I was a member of clubs I had never known or necessarily wanted to belong to. There's infertility and endometriosis, which I have shared about in this blog. But now I have a new club membership to share: that of neurodivergence.

I know myself. There were times I wanted to cry, but I couldn't seem to access those emotions to do it.

Despite the occasional negative self-talk, I look at my bright, happy, funny, sweet little girl and realize I must be doing something right.

I want my child to get the help she needs as soon as possible. Asking for help is nothing to be ashamed of.

While we were all gathered together for a somber reason, I left that morning feeling energized, ready to keep taking two steps forward.

Know that these feelings have nothing to do with how much you love your child nor are they any reflection of the kind of parent you'll be.

Well, one year has since gone by, and it's been quite a whirlwind. As New Year's Eve approaches, I'm reflecting on the past year.

We learned the happy news on December 6, 2022, yet our excitement was often overshadowed by anxiety.

They say things have a way of improving once you're at your lowest. Amazingly, I experienced this very phenomenon in fall 2022.