“Not once did I have someone tell me, ‘Just push through! You’ve got this.’ It was always, ‘I wasn’t able to either. Just give her formula.'”
It’s Time To Stop Fear Mongering Breastfeeding
How One Surgery Led Me Into The Depths Of Full-Blown Drug Addiction
“I was a mother, a daughter, a friend, a hard worker, someone you could trust and depend on—then all that changed in one short year.”
I Am The Daughter Of A Mother Who Alienated Me From My Father
“I walked through much of my life feeling like an orphan. I am a child that was born, yet never raised. I should have ended up addicted and broken, just like my mom wanted me to be. I didn’t.”
‘It hasn’t just changed my body, but my entire outlook on life’: Once depressed woman loses 110 pounds with self love, kickboxing
“I was terrified to take photos with friends, scared to be seen ANYWHERE during summer in a bathing suit, scared to go to amusement parks because I didn’t fit on rides. I was avoiding everything because of my weight.”
Despite Cancer, Here I Am, Breastfeeding The Son I Was Told I’d Probably Never Have
“I want women to realize that a diagnosis of breast cancer, even an extremely aggressive and rare form, doesn’t always mean your life is over. It is just another chapter.”
‘Last week was one of the most difficult weeks for me as a mom in my mental health journey. It was my husband’s first week back at work since being home all summer.’
“The day came. We all walked Ryan out and waved goodbye as he drove off in his beat up Corolla. And then it was just me and the triplets.”
I Am A Stay-At-Home MOM, Not A Housekeeper
“So many men expect the house to be spotless just because their wives stay at home. We as mothers do not give up careers, adult interaction, a paycheck, and sanity to ensure the house shines like the top of the Chrysler building when our husbands walk through the door.”
Mom Raises Awareness After 9-Year-Old Bullied For Being Gay Commits Suicide
“Four days is all it took at school. I could just imagine what they said to him.”
‘From the moment my children were all born, especially my last child, I am constantly told I need to give them FORMULA.’
“’Top him off, he isn’t gaining enough.’ ‘Your milk isn’t in, we must use formula,’ a nurse said while shoving a bottle down my baby’s throat. It’s EVERYWHERE.”
‘We see them waving goodbye. Every feeling I have is exposed. On one side, my aging parents, on the other, my youngest child crossing the ocean. I am a mess.’
“How do I let you go? How do I get back on a plane without you? How do I accept the reality that this is your beginning, and my end?”