Inspiration For The Modern Woman
If you are the mom who hasn’t washed your hair in 2 weeks, this is for you. If you are the mom who hasn’t eaten today or has had too much to eat, this is for you. If you are the mom with the moody toddler who just want to yell and scream, this is for you. If you are a mom who is just… struggling, this is for you.
I see you. I understand what you are feeling.
There are many ways that someone can express who they are. A person’s physical appearance is often one of those ways. The way you dress, the way you do your makeup, and the way you do your hair can all reflect the person you are whether you realize it or not. Until people get to know me and until I get over my anxiety, people assume I am a quite person who would much rather keep to myself than hold a fun conversation, but they are sadly mistaken. My husband and friends will be the first to tell you that I am the polar opposite of that and will talk your ear off once I get to know you.
Recently Netflix came out with a new show that is taking the world by storm. That show is 13 Reasons Why. It seems that you can’t log on to Facebook or Twitter without someone posting status after status about the show. Before I start explaining to you my experience watching this show I want to let you know that this post mentions suicide, rape, self harm, substance abuse, and mental illness. If these subjects are hard for you to handle please PROCEED WITH CAUTION.
It has been one year since I held my son for the first time and the mom guilt is beginning to sink in. I feel guilty for feelings and situations that I had no control over. I was robbed of the first six months of my son’s life, the squishy stage as I like to call it. Those months are all a blur to me and it hurts. It hurts only having pictures and stories of my son’s birth but very little memory of what happened while I was in the hospital. It hurts not remembering the first time he rolled over. It hurts only remembering the pain and exhaustion that overtook my body those first months. It hurts seeing the pictures and how much he has grown but only recalling memories from six months old until now, and even in that time frame some memories are a blur.
If you were to ask me about those first months of my sons life I would describe them in these four words, angry, frustrated, scared, and tired.
