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“Mommy, why Charlie pushing me away?” Jude’s been asking a lot of questions about Charlie lately: “Mommy, why Charlie doesn’t want to play with me?” “Mommy, why Charlie pushing me away?”…
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Thank you I Vaccinate for sponsoring this post and helping me spread awareness of the importance of vaccinations for children. Making decisions as a mom When I became a mom, I quickly…
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Thank you Oscar for sponsoring this post Today I want to talk to you about something really important: having health insurance. It doesn’t matter how healthy you are, you unfortunately never…
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This is a sponsored post written by me on behalf of the American Dental Association. December will be here in no time, and there’ll be so much to do. Between…
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This is a sponsored post written by me on behalf of ABLEnow. Raising a child with special needs When Charlie was first diagnosed with autism almost three years ago we didn’t…
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This post is sponsored by Pampers at Sam’s Club, all opinions expressed are my own When you become a mom, there are special moments you look forward to. The first…
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Baby Jude When we decided to conceive Jude, we didn’t know yet that Charlie had autism. Would we have waited longer if we had known? I don’t know. Maybe. Jude brings…
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This post was sponsored Tai Pei, all opinions expressed in my post are my own. Lunch with a busy lifestyle Are you always on the go trying to squeeze in enough…
![Anxiety has a way of ruining good things that happen to me. Even when I’m happy, it comes creeping on me like dark overcast clouds over my sunny day. I convince myself that too much happiness is suspicious, and if I’m happy right now, it’s because something terrible is soon to happen. Anxiety is not rational. Anxiety is knowing all about the logic of something being impossible to happen and still convincing yourself that there is a crack somewhere in that logic and that the 1-in-a-million chance of something bad happening will definitely happen to you.
Anxiety also comes with an overthinking mind. It’s an intense mind that never stops thinking, so much it becomes a form of torture. I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night sweating, thinking of the things I could have done better, like that one text a few months ago that maybe I should have worded slightly differently.
My anxiety doesn’t only affect me, it affects the people around me too. Anxiety makes my relationships harder. I’m thankful for the friends in my life who stay. I want them to know that it means the world to me because I know I can be hard to love sometimes. I can be paranoid, and too sensitive — too much, too me. If I see changes in a friend’s behavior, I come up with tons of hypothetical scenarios that would explain why they hate me right now, because if they didn’t answer my text yet, clearly they do hate me.
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Anxiety also comes with an overthinking mind. It’s an intense mind that never stops thinking, so much it becomes a form of torture. I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night sweating, thinking of the things I could have done better, like that one text a few months ago that maybe I should have worded slightly differently.
My anxiety doesn’t only affect me, it affects the people around me too. Anxiety makes my relationships harder. I’m thankful for the friends in my life who stay. I want them to know that it means the world to me because I know I can be hard to love sometimes. I can be paranoid, and too sensitive — too much, too me. If I see changes in a friend’s behavior, I come up with tons of hypothetical scenarios that would explain why they hate me right now, because if they didn’t answer my text yet, clearly they do hate me.
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