When I look in the mirror I don’t see my kids’ mom anymore. I see me.
Over the years, I’ve gotten good at asking for help. But it’s still not easy.
It’s not too late to recapture those butterflies.
A loving, stable relationship can be the best anti-anxiety drug out there.
Spoiler alert: it’s mostly about not being an asshole.
After all, no-one else has a clue what they’re doing, either.
Let’s not kid ourselves. It doesn’t take that long to reply to a text.
“I think it feels like how your head feels when you’re sick. But your nose is a vagina.”
There’s a good reason fighting wears you out.
Save your advice for yourself. Please.
Half of your ‘friends’ might not even like you.
Motherhood didn’t become my identity– it helped me find it.
Researchers say that the average relationship hits the ‘comfort zone’ phase after 11 months and 24 days.
“Acknowledging the complexity of life may be an especially fruitful path to psychological wellbeing.”
I remember the moment it hit me, like a punch in the gut.
We may not be able to tell you what we need. But we don’t want you to leave.
Bust out the sewing machines, makeup brushes and glue guns – it’s time to get crafty.