For the Mom Who Feels Depressed, Worn, & Weary

I hit a wall last week. Figuratively, I was pushing ahead, slogging through an overwhelming schedule, head down and leaning into the wind, when I ran head first into a wall and crashed. I needed rest, but life keeps moving forward so I had to get up and keep moving forward, too, dragging myself through the quicksand of my day. Sometimes it’s so hard to make yourself keep putting one foot in front of the other, because you are just. so. weary. Today I was talking with a friend about how I felt when I said, “I feel gray today. I

A Frog in a Pot: The True Story of 2016

“2016 was a hard year.” I saw that a lot at the beginning of this month, and I concur. It WAS hard. In many ways. I started the year off with depression that I fought and battled until mid-Summer. I added too much to my plate, and I added more and I added more, trying to do everything that I wanted to do and everything that needed to be done and everything that others wanted me to do for/with them. I was the frog in the pot, with the rising heat and pressure, not identifying the obvious problem staring me in

The Fear

There is fear inside me. It doesn’t rear it’s ugly head often. I wouldn’t say “I live in fear,” but fear definitely lives in me. Most days I never see it. Walking from the house to the mail box, I don’t worry about snakes or wolves or anything terribly irrational. Running errands in town, I don’t worry about having an accident, or the kids burning the house down while I am gone. I am, as far as I can tell, functional and normal and fine. … But other times . . . I don’t know how to shake it. Maybe