Today marks two months since I gave up social media. Things are different—and way, way better.
It’s February in Iowa, and I’m depressed. Not in the funny-ha-ha way you mean it when your favorite restaurant closes. I’m really, truly, and clinically depressed. Which is terrifying to talk about in such a public way. But I’m not giving up.
Why Facebook gives me anxiety
Why does Facebook feel the need to bombard me with reminders of all the horrible things that could befall my children? I did not ask for this information, so STOP TELLING ME, because I’m going insane.
Everybody Hates You
I have an inner voice, and she’s a Mean Girl. She tells me lies, makes claims without proof, and seems to know everything. I call her Regina George. Here’s some of the bullshit she whispers in my ear.
She’s at the end of her rope
Do you ever feel like you might just lose it? (Face it, moms. We all have those moments.) So why don’t we talk about it? This is me, mid-meltdown. In all its ugliness.
Why I can’t accept your help
Even when my hands are full of diaper bags, an infant car seat, and a toddler, I struggle to accept help from my friends. Why is it so hard to do something so simple?
The many flavors of Lucille Bluth
She’s obnoxious. She’s distasteful. She’s a sociopath. And she’s usually drunk. She also represents something that no mom can avoid.
On being grateful
I feel guilty when my frustration, exhaustion, and despair consumes me. I have two beautiful healthy children. Shouldn’t I just be grateful?
She’s never leaving the house
The thought I hate, but cannot keep at bay: the world is an incredibly dangerous place. *PLUGS EARS LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LAAAAAA*