Without further ado....let's talk about jobs, baby!
Let me preface this post by saying that it is completely unsponsored and unsolicited, but is, rather, the result of my own excitement at finding a company that really seems to understand the horrifyingly painful experience that is job searching. The tie-in to parenting is this: in today's economy, there are so very many parents out there who are struggling to find happiness in a meaningful career while balancing that personal fulfillment need with the very real and material need to provide for a family. Any time I find something that can RE-moralize the parenting masses, I joyfully skip to my computer to share away (The joy mentioned there is very literal. The skipping, however, is quite figurative as, were I to truly attempt to skip, I'd likely end up on my face and never actually make it to the computer to share my exciting news.)
Without further ado....let's talk about jobs, baby!
I've been busily testing out products since the Gluten Free & Allergen Friendly convention a couple of weeks ago, and let me tell you: it's been tasty!
Since holiday baking is now upon us, and we often find ourselves in need of a last minute baked good for one party or another, I thought I'd share some Abundtant Love with you first.
DFW peeps! The Gluten Free & Allergen Friendly Expo is coming to Dallas again, and I'm honored to be an official blogger this year!
Read on for details about the event, as well as coupon codes and a ticket giveaway!
It's been a while since we've had a giveaway, and it's been...well, a trying week over here. So....let's have #WinItWednesday!
I'm going to keep this fairly simple. To enter, comment below with one GOOD thing that has happened for you this week. That's it! Tomorrow morning, I'll let random.org pick a winner.
I'll start: This week, I wrote a book review I was particularly fond of, and the author tweeted me back about how much she liked it. So much happy! (I'm a nerd. I know.)
Ok, your turn. Oh, and the prize: 3 Happy Family Fiber & Protein pouches, 1 bag of Happy Yogis, a coupon for a free pack of Happy Family Nutrition Shakes, and a Happy Family tote bag!
Have a great day, y'all!
Yesterday, I outlined the basics of the Postpartum Progress Warrior Mom Conference. Today? Well, today I'd like to get a little more personal. Today, I'd like to share, as difficult as it is, this mass of raw emotions I'm left with in the wake of this fabulous gathering of women. We've talked about what the conference was. Now, let's talk about how the conference felt.
July 11-12, 2015 brought a momentous event to the world of maternal mental health: the inaugural Postpartum Progress Warrior Mom Conference (#WarriorMomCon). Now, some of you may be wondering WHY there's a conference, what it's all about, and why I think it's especially significant for mothers and healthcare workers alike. I don't think I can really put it better than Katherine Stone, the founder of Postpartum Progress, so I'll borrow some imagery from her opening keynote.
When addressing the "why" of the Warrior Mom's Conference, Katherine explained that there are two reasons. The first reason is YOU (the mother who has survived--who is climbing back up out of the darkness of perinatal emotional complications). The second reason is all the other moms who will fall off the edge of that cliff. They need some of us, their fellow adventurers in the wilderness of motherhood, to circle back around and pull them out. Those of us who are beginning to see the sunlight on the horizon can be the safety rope that keeps other moms from sliding too far.
And so...we have #WarriorMomCon, where we learn to tie off, to smooth our own frays, and where we can maybe even grab a climbing buddy or fifty.
When we're wrapped up in our own struggles, sometimes struggling to even take life one breath at a time, it's can be hard (ok, damn near impossible, really) to focus on what's going on around you--on the people strapped into the roller coaster ride with you. That's why, today, I'm sharing a Warrior DAD story.
Yesterday, I was having a particularly rough time and whining to Mr. TFT about my anxiety, stress and exhaustion. His response? "Well, check out what I just sent you. Maybe that will help." When I opened what he'd sent me? I started crying, because, you guys? It was HIS side of MY story. HIS story, really. And it hurt to read. To remember the pain, the struggle, and all the things I missed. It hurt to know that I had put my family through that. But at the same time, it was a beautiful reminder of what I tell other moms all the time: You are not alone. Whether it's a husband, a friend, a parent, a sibling, or an internet support group you've never met in person (HOLLA to the other Postpartum Progress Warrior Moms). It was also a good reminder to myself not to feed the stigma that we are working so hard to break. Maternal mental illness is NOT something we put our families through--that implies, in my mind, an active choice. It's an illness, like any other.
And now, without further ado, Mr. TFT's story.
Today is Day 3 in our week of awareness for Perinatal Mood and Anxiety Disorders (PMADs) in honor of the 3rd Annual Postpartum Progress Climb Out of the Darkness happening all over the country (and in some OTHER countries!!) on Saturday, June 20th.
For those just joining in, on Monday, we shared Jessica's story, and yesterday we heard Stephanie's story. Today is Alissa's day, and this is her story.
This week, in honor of the 3rd Annual Postpartum Progress Climb Out of the Darkness happening on Saturday, June 20th, we are sharing real stories of Warrior Moms--moms who have struggled with perinatal mood and anxiety disorders (PMADS). Yesterday, we shared Jessica's story. Today, read on for Stephanie's story.
Those of you who have been following for a while may have already seen the story of my battle with Postpartum Anxiety and Depression (if you haven't, or would like to read it again, you can see it here). This year, because I know that every experience is different, I wanted to share stories from other moms. Hopefully, you can read these and know, whatever your experience has been, you are not alone.
Read on for Jessica's story.