It was almost a year and a half after my son was born. I was experiencing crippling anxiety every morning before work, at work, after work and even weekends. It always hit my chest first, then slowly spread up my shoulders, through my arms and to my fingers, leaving my hands trembling and my lungs gasping. My stomach would ache, my knees would get wobbly …
This week, my only son turned two. What a magical milestone for our little family. This day, we not only celebrate the birth of our little man, Hunter, but also how far we’ve come since that fateful day on January 18, 2016. As the days neared toward our birth anniversary, time transported me back to the memories of birth. During the week of Hunter’s arrival, …
As I hustled and bustled my way through the holidays, I often found myself thinking, “I just can’t wait for this year to be over.” I avoided arranging my poinsettias above the entertainment center like the plague. I stared at my unopened boxes of decorations in hopes I could unwrap each trinket with the power of telekinesis. I didn’t cross anyone off my list on …
