My anxiety comes from a fear of disappointing people, from a fear of people. Don't see how hard I try, or how good I am at something and judging me for it.

“He expressed an apology and followed by “I'm not hitting on you, but you're very beautiful and seem like a great personality. You're going to be OK. You outgrew him and he didn't know what else to do. Promise me, from this they on, you will tell yourself every day “I may not know how but everything is going to be great”” He shook my hand and held it with both hands and repeated “everything is going to be great”.

The smell of the sea and the butter is overwhelmingly intoxicating. I can feely heart really telling me this journey is closing. I feel like a totally different person than the I left 13 days ago. I hope my girls see it.

You’re worthless. You should have been better. The things our brains can convince ourselves of is immeasurable and incredible….but sometimes, we have to tell ourselves to fuck off.

I was only a week into my journey but I could feel things beginning to shift

Hopewell Rocks - sitting on the ocean floor, soaking in the sun….

Canada’s east coast has some incredible things to offer….and this trip was no exception.

Travelling alone was one of the greatest choices I could have made for myself when I felt so worthless and alone. Odd thing to think, that being alone made me realize I wasn’t alone.

I needed to discover who I was, and not just who I was as a wife or mother. But ME. Who was I anymore?

I was dying emotionally….and then my physical being began to fail. I was barely surviving and I needed to be be thriving.

When you only see your flaws, you’re focusing on the wrong things

And then came the thoughts….this is all my fault. If I was better at anything and everything, I wouldn’t be going through this heartache. It’s all my fault. It’s me.

He Hates Me.
It’s a goddam mountain to climb and I’m without my climbing gear

I’m A Failure Of A Mom