*Originally published on YWCA Niagara Region’s blog. Erica lived with various mental health challenges, including borderline personality disorder, anxiety, depression, and addictions to alcohol and drugs. She tried for so many years to get better, but… More
Yesterday, you responded to this blog post from July with this comment:
As many of you certainly know, parenting is this messy, ugly, soul-crushing, doubt-filled experience that…we wouldn’t change for the world.
This week, I’ve taken the kids on vacation to Montreal. I saved for the trip for months and months. They saved for spending money for themselves. I booked this great little apartment on AirBnB that’s super close to all kinds of fun attractions for the kids and was way less expensive than a hotel. And we took the train because it was the most stress-free and inexpensive way for us to get here. Continue reading “The soul-crushing job that is parenting”
I was talking to one of my girlfriends the other day about she and her girlfriends circus bombing public places (they pull out their hoops, silks, and other apparatuses, and do flips and climbs and other super creative stuff that I’d never be able to do in public spaces). At one point during the conversation, she told me that people tell her it’s intimidating when she and her friends do that. Continue reading “The intimidation factor”
I say “[a]pparently,” because I’m still gobsmacked.
How could I – a healthy, very fit, young woman – have had a stroke?
But there it is. Continue reading “Apparently, I had a stroke”
In the middle of the night, I woke to my phone ringing. Well, vibrating away on the side of my bed.
Unknown had also called at 2:23.
Unknown called again at 2:41. Continue reading “The stupid things my brain does”
There is a woman I know who – over the last two and a half years – has had a way of showing up and saying exactly the right thing at exactly the right time. I’ve known her for a few years, but it wasn’t until a few months after I lost Erica that I became aware of her understanding. And she first made her experience with grief known through a comment on a blog entry.
She did this again the other night when I was at the Katey Campbell Memorial Fundraiser.
Now, to be fair, I had made clear on social media that I was heading into a very difficult evening, but that doesn’t mean everyone’s going to show up to offer their support. In fact, only a very few people did. Several people actively avoided offering support. But I’ll get back to that in a minute. Continue reading “The language of grief”
“Hey, Mommy, the next time you hide Easter eggs, you should hide them in harder spots. I have an idea.”
“Whooooo should hide the Easter eggs in harder spots?”
Well, there you have it.
The truth is officially out. Continue reading “The truth is out”