Another day has come, and gone. The littles are asleep. I plop my butt down on the coach, and prop up my aching feet. I put on my favorite show, and smile with relief. While I take in the queit I can help but think. How lucky am I to hear little feet running down… Continue reading Another Day
I wish that I could tell you what it's like for me. How my hands get clammy, and I tremble quietly in my seat. I wish that I could tell you how I talk myself down. How I want to fall apart but theres to many people around. I wish that I could tell you,… Continue reading Dear Doctor.
I drank too much pop. Way too much like I'm talking two liters a day too much. If you cut me I would probably bleed diet pepsi. That's right not only did I drink ungodly amounts every single day, I drank diet pop. I want to talk about why I drank diet pop though. I… Continue reading I challenge you!!
I haven't restarted my exercise program for I fear that I may be headed straight into another attack. I've woken up the last few mornings with an achey face, and jaw. This usual means I am going to experience pure hell very soon. I think the anxiety of waiting for it to strike again may… Continue reading Just one small step.