I may be a bad mom. I kind of lie sometimes to my children.
I lie about food. I may sometimes tell them that something “isn’t that bad” or “tastes like nothing.”
Asparagus has a taste. Asparagus has a distinct taste. Asparagus has a distinct smell, texture and aftermath. I. Am. A. Liar.
Depression gives my life a distinct texture. My life will never ‘feel’ the same again. When I take the time to examine the journey I catch a glimmer of something inexplicably beautiful.
I am a 40 + Canadian gal who feels like I have lived many lives. My current life consists of raising 4 foster babies ages 4 and under. It is crazy. It is hard. And it is so very good. In my spare time (insert laugh here) I am multi certified/licensed as a fitness instructor and working on more. Mid life crisis much?
I often find myself in a place where within the messy chapters of my life (Depression is part of this makeup of mine), I occasionally find my voice and feel compelled to share. This may only be because I am more extroverted than not more so than because I have something life altering to convey.
I hope to openly and vulnerably share my life with a huge dose of humour and maybe a pinch of sarcasm.
The underlying premise of everything I put forth is my faith which is grounded in love, hope, forgiveness, and grace.
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