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?
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.
Through illness, injury, daylight savings time and more, I'm managing to stick to this damn workout. And actually loving it.