Late Night Fraggin'

 

Better late than never.....right?

 ~ My daughter and her boyfriend made Reese's Brownie Cookie cups last night for dessert.  YUMMM!!

~ Yes - Shelbie has a boyfriend.  She's dated before but this is really her first REAL relationship.  And?  He is the son of one of my best friends.  I've known him since he was in his mama's belly.  So of course, I'm happy.

~ The girls and I got pampered today - nails for them and a pedicure for me.  Very nice!

~ I have some big, good, and exciting changes coming in my near future.  But, they warrant their own post, so keep an eye out next week!  (haha, it's a cliffhanger!)

~ Anxiety update: I have a handle on it and feel MUCH better.

Have a great weekend - I KNOW that we will!!!  =D

Secret Mommy-Hood Confession Saturday

I found a new favorite blog this week.  It's called All Work and No Play Makes Mommy Go Something-Something.  I stalked her blog like a psycho bitch because she's all kinds of awesome.
Anyfatalattraction, she does this thing called Secret Mommy-Hood Confessions and Lord knows I always have something to confess.  I could do this every day.  But let's just take this one day at a time, shall we?

Today's confession is this:

Anxiety makes me a bitch.  

I initially figured this out a couple of years ago.  I was cranky as hell and at the same time, I was jittery, my heart was racing, and I was shaky.  It finally dawned on me that I was bitchy because I was having severe anxiety.  I got on medication and it helped tremendously.

Several months ago (under doctor's supervision, don't preach at me) I weaned myself off of all medication. I was feeling good and wanted to give it a try.  And I did great for a while, until my life got turned upside down.  And I went to live with my Auntie and Uncle in Bel Air.
Oh wait, that was the Fresh Prince.

Anyway, recently, the old Bitch Monster started rearing her ugly head.  Again, I didn't immediately realize what was going on but after a few incidents I put 2 + 2 together and got 5.  (Math was never my strong subject.)  The way anxiety makes me feel makes me SO irritable.  And I don't like it.  I hate that something so out of my control effects my moods and my interactions.  I wish I could tell myself to chill and myself would actually listen.  But it just doesn't work that way.  Myself has a mind of her own.  Myself stresses and worries and kicks herself up into a tizzy.  A bitchy little tizzy!

So I'm going to take care of it.  I'm going to tame the Bitch Monster.  Because anxiety might make me a bitch, but I won't let it make me ITS bitch!
Booyah anxiety!  What then?!

Now go visit All Work & No Play Makes Mommy Go Something Something for more confessions!

Depression Is Not...

You can find a lot of resources online that will tell you the definition of Depression. I'm sure most of you have at least a basic understanding of what depression is. But there are many misconceptions about depression, people who suffer from depression, and the medication that some people take for their depression.

So I am here to tell you what Depression is NOT.

Depression is not a choice.

Depression is not an excuse.

Depression is not a copout.

Depression is not a bad day (or week).

Depression is not something a good cry will make better.

Depression is not something you can sleep off.

Depression is not something you can shake off.

Depression is not something you can control.

Medications are not a crutch.

Medications do not numb.

Medications do not create a 'high'.

Medications DO provide balance.

They provide emotional stability.

The help you keep your head above water.

They help you get out of bed in the morning.

They save relationships.

And they save lives.

There are exceptions to everything. But don't assume that the person you know who takes medication for depression doesn't really need it. Because she 'acts fine'. Maybe those medications are the ONLY thing that enable her to 'act fine'. Maybe behind closed doors, she does not 'act fine'. Maybe they are the only way she is able to parent her children. Maybe they are keeping her alive.

Depression is serious. It kills people every single day. Please don't make someone feel guilty about needing help for this illness.

(all images from PostSecret)

I'm Pouring My Heart Out today with Shell @ Things I Can't Say.

Visit her blog for more PYHO posts.