I spent my entire life believing I had to be perfect. The perfect daughter, sister, friend, wife, and mother. The perfect dancer, singer, and Army officer. Failure was not an option. Being anything “less than” what I saw as perfect was unacceptable.
My drive to be perfect touched every aspect of my life from the time I was young. I thought being perfect at everything was the answer to making everyone happy… except me. It was my life and I was not happy.
Stress is the worst, isn’t it? It can come out of nowhere, giving your calm, collected self a 180 right toward crazy town. It keeps you from starting on a project, or having that really important conversation, or having a good time out with your loved one. Read More
When we get stressed, we get difficult. You may think no one else can get that project done in time or you are the only one “trying” in the relationship, but the reality is, the people we love tend to take the brunt of our stress more often than not.
Trying to comfort or connect with a loved one who is under a lot of stress can be like talking to a brick wall. Everything we say bounces right off them. Read More
We don’t want to admit somewhere inside us there lives a person who believes they would be better if X, Y, and Z were put in order. We don’t want to admit there are people who, despite our preference, will carry fragments of our being.
When moments happen and there is no one left around to be the parameters of where your personality starts and ends, there is a gap. As time goes by, the gap gets bigger, until it’s just a hole where all the sad, regret, and loss fall. Read More
Trying to become the “perfect” mother with the “perfect” body landed me in treatment for an eating disorder.
Treatment was the beginning of allowing myself to be vulnerable and tear down the walls that kept people out.