Fast & Frustrated 9

Forty-five minutes. Forty! Five! MINUTES!!!! That’s how long a trip to the movies with nine month old Bean lasted. Here I go calling myself enjoying a nice day out with my mom and aunt; thinking “long as I have snacks & boobs everything will be alright.” Chileeeeeee PLEASE!! Miss Bean showed her little black buttContinue reading “Fast & Frustrated 9”

“What is your biggest fear?”

TW: death. If you are sensitive to the topic of death please proceed with caution. There are no mentions of gory or graphic details. Can I be wildly honest? My biggest fear is dying. I don’t mean that to sound poetic. My biggest fear is dying. I have never been afraid of death and IContinue reading ““What is your biggest fear?””

6 months a Feeding

I will breastfeed on a boat I will breastfeed in a coat I will breastfeed in a car I will breastfeed with the stars I will breastfeed while I eat I will breastfeed while I pee I will breastfeed when she’s one I will breastfeed till she’s done Honestly, I loveeee breastfeeding. It’s so convenientContinue reading “6 months a Feeding”

I have a secret

Trigger Warning: Miscarriage/Rainbow Baby. There are no graphic details described, however if these are sensitive topics for you, please proceed with caution. Know that I see you and I’m right there with you. I never got the official confirmation but I knew. I knew deep in my bones that I was pregnant. And I knewContinue reading “I have a secret”

I, (Used To Be) A Victim

Sad, lonely, fearful, anxiety-ridden. That was me. I grew up in abuse; it was all I knew for years. I never felt comfortable at home, near certain family members, around loud noises- was never settled. It’s been about 4 years since I was in that space and my GOD, it seems as if the triggersContinue reading “I, (Used To Be) A Victim”