“Crying doesn’t make you weak. Fear doesn’t make you weak.”
Dear Society: Stop Telling Boys They Can’t Cry
‘Back to School!’: Teacher husband is hilariously unimpressed with wife’s photo of his 1,080th day of school
“My favorite color is Gator Orange”
‘The girl at the front desk asked me with the biggest smile, ‘Where’s the baby? No baby?’ I shook my head no.’: Woman shares experiencing anxiety attacks after child loss
“I dig my fingers and nails into my skin. I rub the crap out of my knees. I pick my cuticles. I pinch my skin extremely hard. My muscles all get super tight, and my entire body tenses. I hyperventilate, and I can’t control my body.”
When the devil looked my marriage in the eyes and said, ‘You are not worthy of a child, your body has failed you and your arms will forever be empty,’ God looked back and said, ‘Sit down.’
“It started on the cold lonely bathroom floor where I lay in a pool of my own blood, saying goodbye to the children my body could not protect, grow, and nurture. Three pregnancies in nine months that all end in miscarriage is not good for the body. Or the mind. Or the soul.”
I Am A Disabled Person, And I Don’t Exist To Inspire You
“If my story was a movie, dramatic music would play while I’d look meaningfully into the camera and gush about how becoming chronically ill changed my life for the better. I’d clasp my hands together and preach about how my condition helped me to discover more about myself as a person, and then waltz off into the sunset with a handsome prince and some kind of small fortune due to a dramatic plot twist.”
‘Last week, I made a call. One that had me feeling anxious until about 9:10 a.m. this morning.’
“I agreed to call a local fitness chain and schedule myself a guest class. Were you expecting something more daunting? If so, you must not understand how terrifying certain social situations can be for some people.”
Dear Parents: Hold Your Babies Close—They Don’t Stay Little Long
“Those little fingers will grip a steering wheel, wave goodbye and drive off to somewhere new. Those little fingers will walk down the aisle and say ‘I do,’ falling in love with someone new.”
Dear Infertility: I Don’t Hate You, Not Anymore
“My strength was rising. Not only did I feel like Superwoman after all of those injections, meds, blood draws and doctor visits, but I found strength emotionally, as well. I learned how to be brave.”
I called my fiancé in tears after the ambulance arrived. ‘I don’t know if we’re going to make it to Ohio –You may be at our engagement party alone.’
“That morning, instead of being awoken by my alarm, I was awoken by my mother’s voice on the phone. ‘He passed out, and we can’t get him up. His fever is 105 and he’s in and out of consciousness.’”
‘On our wedding day, my husband did something I never expected. He knelt down and pulled my 7-year-old son closer. I’ll be honest, I don’t even remember what he said to me. It doesn’t matter.’
“We had told my son he could wear pajamas to the ceremony, but that’s not the only reason he was so relaxed. In that moment, I knew for a fact my husband and I had found each other not because we were soul mates… but because he was right for my KIDS.”