The glue

Having a family is one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I love my kids and I love my husband. They are my entire world. Daddy, is the name of the person that my kids walk right past to get to mommy. My husband works all the time and he is like the support beam of the house. He is the one that takes care of the financial aspects of our family.

However, in all families, the word mama, momma, mom, mommy or any other forms of the word is simply the glue that holds everything together even when she feels like she may fall apart. A mom is a great actor. She can pretend like there is nothing bothering her. She isn’t in pain. She isn’t sad. She is the one who has the brave face. She is the one who gets the kids up and ready for school . She is the one who makes sure everytone has a clean pair of underwear. She is the one who makes sure you have a warm meal in your tummy. She is the one who helps with the homework. Listens to the complaints of the day. Deals with the tantrums. She handles every battle every single day without a single complaint.

For me, being a stay at home is my job. It is a job that never ends. It is the best job that I have ever had. It is the best job I will ever have. Yes, I have an anxiety disorder. Yes I have panic attacks. But I have also mastered the art of pulling myself out of them and not having one in front of my kids. They don’t need that fear, that worry. I am the glue that holds my family together. Therefore, I cannot publically fall apart. That is the purpose of my shower time. I am the glue that handles the sibling spats. I am the glue that listens to my husbands day. I am the glue that helps my kids with their chores and homework. I am the glue that makes sure my husband has everything he needs for work and for training. I am the glue.

So if you’re a dad, brother, nephew, son….thank the mothers in your life. Being the glue….isn’t an easy job.

Recovery is not a race

I think that everyone who has a mental illness is just trying to cope. They’re trying to recover. And that is wonderful.

If we could all help each other, encourage one another through our individual journey would greatly increase our chances. It would also help in breaking the stigma.

What I think some don’t undersatnd is that recovery is not a race. We each go through our own storms and there should be no guilt in how long it takes us to find our rainbow.

However, I think that we don’t realize that we are harder on ourselves than we are judging others journeys.

I have been guilty of comparing my recovery to that of my friends. But I never blame them for getting better faster. I blame myself for not being at the same pace as them. And that is so wrong. You should never feel guilty that it takes you longer than you thought it would.

What you should do instead is compliment yourself on how far you have come. If you start feeling guilty or blaming yourself, you’re only hurting your recovery.

This is not a race.

Your recovery, your journey is all your own and you are a warrior, a champion for getting where you are now.

If you need an ecouragement team, comment below. I will be your fan base, I will be your cheer squad. We will break the stigma together.