Posted in Depression, doula, memory loss

I don’t remember.

Most of you know the mental illnesses I struggle with: PTSD, major depressive disorder, severe anxiety disorder, etc. Then there’s the physical illnesses: crazy food allergies, gut impermeability, migraines, loss of hearing, adrenal fatigue, frightening memory loss… All the doctors agree that it has to be some auto immune disease, but no one can pin point WHICH auto immune disease. So, I eat clean, exercise, take my meds and vitamins, and go to therapy. I do what I’m “supposed” to do. Continue reading “I don’t remember.”

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My dog. My friend. Rest in Peace.

I’m not a dog person. I don’t like to be licked, slobbered on, or jumped on. I don’t want dog hair all over my furniture or on my clothes or in my house. I don’t hate animals; I’m just not that girl. I do not call my dogs, “fur babies, ” or treat them better than my own children. They are fed, played with, sheltered, and protected. I am not inhumane; I’m just not a dog person.  (Before everyone out there who IS a dog lover freaks out…please keep reading). Continue reading “My dog. My friend. Rest in Peace.”