Let’s stop making other peoples bodies our business.
mental health
anxiety as a chair
the thought of it being anything other than a chair scares you.
the year our children grew in isolation.
He's this whole entire other person and it's happened in secret.
why taking care of yourself is not admitting defeat.
Put on your own oxygen mask first. Always.
what’s too hard to say out loud
Sometimes it all feels like swallowing glass; you reach for a solution but it's like trying to catch smoke in your hand.
sometimes our children are the stabilizers.
The key chain from the aquarium sat at the other end of the kitchen table. I watched the blue-dyed water and the turtle inside shake, each time he sunk into his chair and wriggled, refusing to read an assignment.
when hyper self-awareness is exhausting.
You'd think it would be some kind of magic, being so tuned in to your own conscience that you can pinpoint where a feeling comes from and why; to know where your own power lies, to be able to dig through the misty ether and say hey, don't be so hard on yourself, you know what your trigger is.
today I managed to be fully present for you.
I snapped quick photos of your concentration, placed the phone down and watched your fingers move, how you dipped your brushes a little too aggressively, swirled through the orange like a hurricane then slapped on too many layers.
sometimes self care looks like self pity
Coping mechanisms are great - they're important - but the occasional self pity session can bring some relief, too.
grounding [as a mother]
the holes in the backyard / are their rousing valleys / the flooding in the grass/ is their forest floor
