I distinctly remember telling my husband when our first son was still a baby that I needed something to think about beyond nap schedules and what else in our house I could baby proof. I loved my boy with all of my heart, but a year into motherhood, I needed another place for my mind to go. I …
A Recovery Guide for Overexerted Highly Sensitive People
I know exactly what my breaking point feels like. Probably because I get there more often than most people. Over the years, I've noticed that I always describe it the same way (and usually not in the most collected voice). "It feels like THIS," I say to my husband, while spreading …
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5 Exhausting Pressures Parents Can Let Go Of Forever
Prior to becoming a parent myself, I was a Know-It-All. Shortly after joining the ranks of motherhood, I quickly became a Do-It-All. Let me explain the difference. A Know-It-All simply believes they know everything. A Do-It-All actually attempts to act on everything they know. You know, …
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How to Detangle Productivity and Your Self-Worth
I grew up with three siblings and four double cousins. Our moms are sisters and our dads are brothers, which means we have the same extended family on both sides. On one side of the family, we often heard the words “Williams are workers.” On the other side, we come from a long line of incredible …
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43 Hard Things Women Are Struggling With—Right Now
I have a friend who always seems like she has it together. (Maybe you have one too?) She's been this way for as long as I've known her—almost 15 years. When we were in college, it seemed like juggling classes, work, and a social life came to her as easily as breathing. She had plans laid out …
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3 Sanity Savers You Might Not Have Thought of—for Introverted or Highly Sensitive Moms
The shots rang out again and again, the deafening explosions of the bullets leaving their chambers echoed in my head. I covered my ears like a child, a feeble attempt at blocking out the sounds of horror. There was blood everywhere, coloring the pavement red, and the sight of it made my stomach …
