Let’s get a little deeper into uncharted territories and discuss something that has been very hard for me to talk about, my diagnosis of fibromyalgia. Could a bottle of oil be the miracle I’d been searching for?
Ok moms. It’s time to talk about the thing we do nearly every day…going out in public with kids in tow. Wait, I know what you’re all thinking. Or do I?
I told myself over and over again that I wasn’t good enough. I started to believe everything my brain was telling me. For 20+ years I believed the lies that I’d been telling myself. I’d been standing in my own way for so long that I didn’t have the tools to move on and create a better me. SO…