A Mid-Month Self-Evaluation It’s almost exactly the middle of the month, so I thought it was a good time to check in. If you recall, I made a commitment to some real, focused October self-care. At the end of September, I took a hard look at what I was doing, made the freaking list (taking walks, crocheting/knitting, baking, and listening to music), and set out to make some changes. Okay. Related post: 4 Ways I’m Taking Care of Mommy Starting off well The first week of the month started off well. I took a walk or two, and I was really proud of myself. They were short walks because it…
World Mental Health Day
It’s October 10. HAPPY WORLD MENTAL HEALTH DAY!!!! I had no idea this was a thing. October is the month for Halloween, stuck somewhere in the abyss between school starting and the Christmas blur. Now that mental health is a huge part of my family’s life, I look at October with fresh eyes. I’m feeling like sorta like “Hallo-what?” “Hallo-WHO???” We’ve wasted so many years, celebrating Halloween over and over again, because we didn’t know about World Mental Health Day (WMHD). Thank you, Instagram I would have missed another year of WMHD if it wasn’t for social media. Instagram has been a surprising resource. I’ve connected with experts in the…
4 Ways I’m Taking Care of Mommy
Everywhere you look, you see the new hot phrase: SELF-CARE. I can’t say I really bought into it; then again, I can’t say that I’m the “buy-into-trends” type of gal. I didn’t rearrange my house when Feng Shui was a thing. What is hygge, anyway? I think Marie Kondo is adorable, but I never thanked my old stuff for anything. However, I recently realized that this self-care thing is hot for a reason. Everyone’s over-scheduled and under-rested, overextended and undernourished. It’s me. I’m everyone. As the new month begins, I’m determined to take better care of myself. Mommy doesn’t have to be at the top of the priority list, but…
6 Ways My Child’s Mental Illness Is Like Any Other Illness
I talked to a dear friend the other day about her son. Her precious boy has a genetic disorder. The more we talked, the more I realized one simple truth: our lives are remarkably similar.