It’s been a year since I went public with my story on YouTube. Yo! It has been a journey. Mostly beautiful and impactful…but there has been a downside to it. All the inbox and text messages I received concerning women going through similar, some worse,...
These baby plastic seats have almost undone me. My youngest was playing with them roughly and I asked her to please stop because… they mean a lot to me. Can you imagine?! I was taken aback as to why I would tell my 3-year-old that...
I made an ‘accidental’ discovery…I have Anxiety Disorder. Sigh. I have always been an over-thinker, I have a very active imagination and sometimes it works against me. I read a lot, I retain a lot of conversations and my memory is vivid to a scary...
May, the month my name was derived from… birthday month! As I turn a year older, I acknowledge the strong assertive woman I have grown into, a woman who is not afraid to use her voice and stick to her guns…even when alone…especially when alone. I...
Today is April 2nd, World Autism Day, I slept way past regular sleeping hours. I could not sleep thinking about my daughter and everything that she has had to endure and grow from as an Autistic not-yet-verbal child. When sleep finally claimed me, I was...
Fairy tales are so cute. If you're a reader like me and went through high school stuffing your mind with Mills and Boon, you know how all those love stories can vividly spin a happy-go-lucky scenario that daydream translates to make-believe. Lo and behold, real...
My 2-year-old is not yet truly verbal because we stayed by ourselves for a long time. Her elder sister is non-verbal and I was going through my pain to constantly keep with her speech growth. Not that it is all on me, I do accept...
I finally packed up and left after weighing all my pros and cons. Nothing was working anymore. They were increasingly getting ballsy with their antics and I was increasingly getting depressed. There was no way of anything working out in my favor except to walk....
If only wishes were horses, beggars would surely ride on them. I wish when one walked away from dysfunction one didn’t have to carry the stamp with them. These experiences sadly get branded on our being, our soul, and our heart and mind. I struggle...
