Tag Archives: pain
You never know if someone is hurting. Sometimes they don’t even know. . This is pretty well out in the open these days in terms of depression and such, but yet it obviously needs to be said and recognized and acknowledged in different forms. My anxiety has probably been around for quite some time, I’d say at least 10 years, if not 20. (And I don’t want to dive into its origin, childhood and crap like that.) It was only until about 5 years ago or so that I noticed it. About 4 years ago when my brother really pin-pointed my moments of anxiety and shed light on them from an honest, loving, and intuitive outsider’s perspective. He politely and delicately suggested medication and/or therapy, which is something I shy away from due to my “I can fix anything” attitude. I didn’t consider medicine as a fix, but instead, a […]
Here I am, basking in the glow of my second, 2nd trimester. The glow has a greenish hue to it, as my nausea has not subsided as everyone promised. And, just as with my last 2nd trimester, there was no magical burst of energy…nope, still the same groggy mornings and afternoons…The only time I have a lick of energy is right as Alec is going to bed. I stay up reading or surfing the web, every night until about 2am at which point I force myself into a 20 minute dance of sheep counting and progressive muscle relaxation. My amazing husband has started waking up earlier than me to give Lili breakfast and go for a walk while I catch up on my rocky Zzzzs. I muster out of bed around eight if I am lucky and feel as if I did not sleep. Sometimes I wonder if I did […]