Okay, this is the first thing I’ll be posting.
I’d love to ease you into what I’ve been up to this past year, but I have maybe ten minutes before my baby wakes up crying, so let’s rip the band-aid off.
I’ve been raising a human and trying to survive.
I wish I could have come on here to check in with you, but I was quite literally fighting for my life.
I didn’t have the mental bandwidth to write a health and lifestyle post while learning how to be a new mom without a village. It was just me and my man, my man, my man. (Got to say it three times because he really outdid himself.)
To be honest, I could have posted an old article I never got around to publishing. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d be a fraud.
Telling people to get their mental health in order while mine was falling apart didn’t feel honest. Asking if you’d drunk enough water or gotten your steps in while I spent the day couch-rotting felt absurd. Sharing “try this new recipe” while I ate my foolproof one-pan chicken and rice for the fifth time this week—and it’s only Wednesday—felt like cosplay. (I should probably share that one-pan chicken and rice recipe soon).
I want to be honest about where I am right now. And the truth is, it’s hard to explain because I’m still figuring it out myself.
But I’m happy. I chose this life, and I’m happy.
That’s all I’m going to say for now about where I’ve been.
See you next time.
xoxo
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