As humans, we all want to be loved and accepted by those we surround ourselves with and those we spend our time with. These special bonds can be found in friends, family members, and especially, our pets.

I don’t remember where I specifically heard about the “seven year itch.” It wasn’t mentioned in my short engagement, during my early marriage, or the years after. But somehow, as my husband and I have traversed through our seventh year of marriage, we found ourselves referring to it. Google tells me the term came from a Marilyn Monroe film in the 1950s, which is surprising since modern marriages look wholly different, generally speaking, now, than they did back then. I can imagine the reason why women would leave marriages now also looks entirely different than it did then, since women could not even have their own bank accounts until the 1960s.

We all want good days but how do we make good days?

Make a list, or actually two. One list should be of things you do every day. The day-in, day-out things that almost never change — chasing your kids, folding laundry, exercising (maybe). Then make a second list of things you love to do — for me it is creating, pretty much anything, exercising, and gardening. Now, how many things on those lists overlap?

Let’s face it, your healing and your mental health journey can be a rollercoaster. It truly takes a support system to pull yourself out of dark space when you are having a challenging moment or a rough day. Yesterday was one of those days for me, so I called a few friends for moral support, and I’d like to share with you a few key points from our conversation that were so lovingly shared with me.

What is confidence? Are we born with it or is it learned? I was reflecting on my own confidence recently and had this big realization that I have gone from confident as heck, to completely broken, back to confident, but without the heck part. And this got me diving even deeper— what is the first extremely confident moment I can remember?

I’m in therapy. My therapy journey started 9 years ago, after my mother died unexpectedly.  Therapy has helped me through countless struggles, the most prominent being my infertility journey.  After my twins were born in 2016, I stopped going to therapy and looking back, that was when I needed therapy the most. I didn’t know it at the time, but I was trying to be the mother I wanted to be, while ignoring the elephant in the room— my own childhood trauma. 

When I was in my early twenties, I moved back in with my mom and stepdad after going through a break-up. I immediately started hunting for a job and applied to a restaurant I heard was highly sought after and very hard to get into without knowing someone to open the door for you. Two days later, my mom and I were eating at a different restaurant, and I asked if they were hiring and, well, they hired me on the spot.

REAL TALK— The holidays can bring up A LOT of anxiety for people.

You go to a family gathering and end up surrounded by different personalities and a whole lot of opinions. Not to mention that one family member who comments on every part of your personal life that you do NOT wish to talk about or possibly have different views on.⁣

It’s been just over a month since my grandmother died. While this has not been my first journey through grief, it feels like the most impactful one. She was my twin flame, my kindred spirit, my soulmate— my days feel a tad dimmer since her passing. As I write this, I am in the trenches of grief, but here are my reflections for if you find yourself standing in my shoes. 

The leaves are changing colors, the days are getting shorter, and the air is getting cooler, which means falls is here (and that all the mosquitos will be going away soon, too).

Every change of season is a great time to check in with yourself and take inventory of how you’re doing. How are you? How have you been physically? How has your mental health been? How are the relationships in your life making you feel? Asking yourself these questions can help you figure out if you need to make a change, seek advice/help, or see a doctor.

College was challenging, to say the least. My friends and I struggled to juggle our classes alongside work and extracurricular activities responsibilities. We became desperate to make the best use out of every second in the day. While I resorted to sipping coffee to get through my evenings, some of my friends were drawn to the underground illicit trade of prescription pills.

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I had a busy week. We had our niece and nephew staying with us for six days along with two guest dogs. Definitely a full house! We had a great time doing all the fun things our community has to offer, but by the end of the week I was exhausted.

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