She’s obnoxious. She’s distasteful. She’s a sociopath. And she’s usually drunk. She also represents something that no mom can avoid.
I feel guilty when my frustration, exhaustion, and despair consumes me. I have two beautiful healthy children. Shouldn’t I just be grateful?
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*
Fewer than 1% of adults experience night terrors. Now that I’m a parent, one of my worst fears becomes real for a few seconds every night.
One out of every 10 people is on anti-depressants. I’m one of them. But what happens when a depressive who’s reliant on medication gets pregnant?