Whenever I’m going through something, I hate when someone says, “it could always be worse.” Of course, there are situations that could be worse than mine but I’d rather take a moment to acknowledge what I’m going through than to experience pleasure from another person’s misfortune (schadenfreude). So, this is me acknowledging it… Dealing with anxiety during the coronavirus pandemic has been challenging, to say the least. My feelings of fear and apprehension seem to be heightened with each passing day. I don’t feel in control—I feel controlled. And, not knowing when this will all be over makes it even worse. Sure, we have arbitrary dates set when our cities…

There used to be a version of me who thought getting my child to nap during the day and sleep through the night would provide me with the break I needed—silly me. Sure, having a set sleep schedule at night helped me plan a date night or girls’ night out here and there, but having to choose between fun or resting up for the day ahead wasn’t ideal. It took me 18 months to realize that this mom needed a break. Sometimes us moms talk about how much of a break we need but we don’t actually take it because of reasons such as not wanting to be away from…

April 11th has always been a day where I celebrate life; it’s the day my birth mother was born. This year’s celebration is extra special because not only am I celebrating her life, I’m celebrating my life as well as my son’s—not for the linear reason you’d think. My mother passed away when I was 11 due to complications after a car accident. Each year I honor her life on the day she was born and try not to dwell too much on the day she left this earth. Last year’s birthday was extra special for me because it was my first time celebrating as a mom. I’d made it…