I use funny “boozy mom” talk to describe my struggles because it’s better to be a “boozy mom” than a depressed one. Or so I thought.
In short, they are the perfect partner. It’s no wonder dogs get all of our lovin’.
The Facebook post went on to rack up thousands of comments and shares. The comment thread is funny enough to make you cry with laughter.
Self-care is a bit of a struggle because the people who need it the most have time for it the least. That’s right, I’m looking at YOU, parents!
Anxiety is a pain in the ass for sure, but it also happens to be such a relatable experience that it can make for some great jokes.
Ladies, let’s chat. Can we please start making better choices about what we cram up our vaginas? Like quit with the glitter and parsley, mkay?
Here’s hoping the “mom bod” gains the same acceptance.
Since my diagnosis, I have met many people with the condition, including several friends. But when I first started exhibiting symptoms, I felt very alone and shameful.