Mental Health

Ironically, someone was singing Coat of Many Colors by the recently departed legend and exceptional human being Dolly Parton. And I felt a lot of feels. I went back to school this week. There’s been more emotion wrapped up in that return than I expected. I’m still grappling with grief over the resignation of my leadership role and the loss of the health I once took for granted—the health I’m working so hard to regain.

Coming home from our Canadian road trip—one I haven’t experienced since I was five—I feel something I don’t usually feel at this time of year: peace. Usually, this is when the anxiety starts creeping in. School is approaching. Schedules go from almost nonexistent to overflowing. Life speeds up so quickly that sometimes it feels like there isn’t even room to take a breath. But this summer, being on the road gave me permission to slow down.

Home for Christmas break several months ago, my girl knew her mama was struggling both mentally and physically.

I realize now it was a form of grounding for me.

My Christopher and I As I went to bed the other night I told my husband that I felt as if the wheels were falling off. This statement...

The Allen Family I’ve come to realize that everyone experiences anxiety to some degree, but my levels are far from “ normal. ” For...