My childhood was a constant battle between what is and what isn’t considered appropriate for a girl. I grew up to be that woman, living a constant battle between what is and what isn’t appropriate behaviour for a woman. I was raised to think independently and to be an independent woman. I was taught to pursue a career path that would enable me to always support myself. If you depend on a man, you are forever stuck at his mercy. Asking for pennies and cents to survive. Always be a financially independent
I’ve always been really good at handling stress. Honestly, I make to-do lists and I smash them like a boss. Lately, though, it’s something else. These last few days, I’m just overwhelmed. I swear, no amount of to-do lists, checklists or planning ahead can prepare you for when your child gets sick! I don’t mean a little sniffle, I mean waking up to your child completely covered in vomit type sick! Being mom to a toddler comes with a full set of challenges Yup. It’s a whole new ballgame. Almost two
If you’ve ever loved someone and they’ve died, you know what I’m on about. You know that the pain and suffering you feel long outlasts the patience of the people around you. It’s been a year, isn’t it enough already? They ask you! But the truth is, when it comes to death, the passage of time comes to a stand still and though the years may pass you are forever trapped in the time you had together. The time before death arrived. You think about them and you miss them. And
Empowering women has always been important to me. Perhaps more so in recent years though. For as long as I’ve lived, I’ve been surrounded by people who believe in the power we have as individuals to make a difference. I’ve watched lives being changed because of the opportunities given to them. I’ve seen dreams become realities because someone gave that one person a chance. I was raised to believe that if you’re in a position of privilege in any way, it’s your responsibility to give a hand up to someone else.
So this is a bit of a personal one for me. It’s about taking antidepressants and anti-anxiety meds. A long time ago (11 years to be exact) I was put on antidepressants. I HATED IT! I felt like I had lost myself. I had in fact just lost my father. He died, unexpectedly in a car accident and his death was a HUGE blow to my life. I was 23 years old. I was just starting my life as an adult on my own and I was devastated. My world