Feelings of Depression – A Poem

I have feelings inside me you may never understand. Feelings that lie, distort and twist the truth, But please just hold my hand.

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  Just as I have been going through many changes recently, so too is my blog. Bear with me while I update the look and feel of the site. It'll all be worth it in the end. - K

A Day in the Life with Depression

How would you feel if everyday life was a battle? For me, every day I wake up is a battle. Most people don't know, and only some are now learning, that I have major depressive disorder, panic disorder and PTSD (from a currently unknown cause). I see two different therapists, each to treat different conditions. I'm... Continue Reading →

Your Own Personal Bully

Have you ever been depressed? If you have, my heart hurts for you. If you haven't, you will never truly know how it feels. But let me try to explain.  Depression is a bully. It is a soul crushing bastard that lives inside your head. It knows your hopes, dreams, fears and doubts. And it... Continue Reading →

Yeah, I’m A Soccer Mom

Ask me a few years ago where I saw my life going, and I assure you soccer would not have been a word you heard. If you follow me on Instagram, or know me in real-life, you know we are huge supporters of Orlando City Soccer Club. Ryan took me to a match in 2013... Continue Reading →

Music To Soothe The Soul

I don't know about you, the music I listen to completely depends on the mood I'm in. When I'm happy and things are going great in life you can bet my radio is planing non-stop country music. Country is also my go-to when I don't know what I want to listen to. It's really the... Continue Reading →

Funkity Funk Funk

The title of this post says it all. I'm in a funk. A rut. A blank mind state. I've been struggling with things to write about lately. I keep thinking about things I want to write about, but then I'm either too tired to start or decide the idea wasn't as good as I thought.... Continue Reading →

Confession: My Kids Are Colorblind

And I'm not talking red/green colorblind. My children don't notice the difference between different races of people. One day, when my daughter was maybe 4 years old, she looked over at someone in a car and asked why that man was 'brown'. I was shocked! I never imagined I would have to explain this to... Continue Reading →

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