I call BS on anyone who asserts that we must abandon our personhood for motherhood. They can and should coexist.
Who needs to talk when you're swimming in the ocean? Watching the flames of a fire? Dancing in the sand, roasting marshmallows, falling in meditative rhythm with the sea?
Embarking on this challenge of writing out and sharing my postpartum depression journey here has been the ultimate exercise in vulnerability. I didn't think I would ever in my life write on these topics, and now I'm not sure I will ever stop writing about these topics (I mean, in general. Don't worry, Brimming will... Continue Reading →
I couldn't tell the story of my postpartum depression without going back to its origin. A highly personal and revealing story of my high-risk pregnancy.
Social media has a lot of issues, but I've managed to harness what's good about it to help my anxiety and bring more levity and fun into my daily life.
I recently heard someone say that the only place you'll see success before work is in the dictionary. Love this. Of course it's true, but also? I hate it and kind of wish it wasn't.