How to get fear and mental exhaustion to finally take a backseat.

My oldest son had his first Volleyball practice last night. Yes, you heard me. My boy is playing volleyball. He brought the registration paper home to me a couple weeks ago, and I asked if he was interested in playing. He said he told his friends it didn’t sound fun because he didn’t want to be made fun of, but he was actually really interested in trying it out. (I’m so dang proud of him for trying something even with the fear of being made fun of! But that’s a story for anot

Getting out of the shame and blame game.

In the last 24 hours I’ve found myself wishing more than anything to go into my closet and hide behind my hanging clothes. Like I would do as a kid when I got in trouble or made a mistake and didn’t want anyone to look at me. To duck out. To have a significant amount of time where no one could see me, and I could just sit in the silence and pretend to not exist. It sounds dramatic, but it’s my defense mechanism for overwhelming emotion that doesn’t feel great; that has me que