The World’s Okayest Mom

I have an unpopular opinion: I think a lot of the “insta mommies” and “Pinterest mommies” are using postpartum depression as a tool to seem relatable and I think it’s pretty fucked up. It seems like writing or vlogging about your “experience” has become a badge of honor not only used to boost popularity and relatability but also to shill multi-level marketing products (which was my experience).  Don’t get me wrong, I’m not claiming to know what any one person has been through or felt at one point or another but when someone tries to relate to me as a stressed out mom by posting pictures of their immaculate house, perfectly styled children, and letter boards calling themselves “hot mess mamas” I find it to be more than disingenuous. I actually find it to be fake and insulting. When someone tries to tell me their story of redemption from the pits of despair by finding Beach Body or essential oils and I could find peace too if I buy their products for the low low price of $300 I g...

Earlier today I was circling hardcore. The kind of anxiety where you just feel kind of not good, can’t quite breathe right, you’re worried but not sure what about, start getting tunnel vision and feeling like you just have to lay down right now and go to sleep or you might die.... I am applauding myself because I recognized what was happening and in my foggy mind I sat down and thought “what can i do? I have a toddler sitting in his high chair eating his lunch so I can’t fall apart right now. I have a lot to do today and I can’t put it all on hold for an anxiety attack. I have to fix this.” I already took my Zoloft so had to wait for that to work. I already texted a friend and said I’m having an anxiety attack but have to wait for a response. So I sat down and drank a bottle of water and thought about deep breathing... that’s supposed to help! Then I remembered that doing the “legs up the wall” pose (or Viparita Karani) is supposed to help also so I laid on the floor while the bab...

I am not a superhero. Neither are my friends the paramedics, firefighters, police, doctors, and fellow emergency nurses. We can not look at you and use our Spidey Sense to diagnose your ailments in an instant. We can not order, perform, read results, and give you a mystery medicine in the form of a gust of healing wind to cure you in a single bound. I can not zip you from the front door to your exam room then to your inpatient room then back to your home like The Flash. I can not run backwards like Superman and turn back time to before you had your fully modifiable and preventable illnesses and make them disappear. Emergency Responders can not sense your emergency and teleport themselves to you in ten seconds or less and solve all your problems at a moment's notice. They can not sense when you are in danger from miles away and use their telekinesis to foil your attack before it happens. They can not single-handedly lift you and float you on a cloud to the nearest hospital for tre...