When I look back at this week, the first thing that strikes me is a conspicuous lack of pictures. And that tells a lot about my mental status. I have had so much joy since having Emmie... but this week has been different. This week I have struggled. Struggled to get out of my own head, struggled to find the joy that so readily awaits me. .
My anxiety attack last week knocked me off my stable footing. I need to blog about it, need to write about it. But I can't/ won't. I need to, though. .
I'm ok. Emmie is ok. Alex is ok. I promise. But for the first time in a long while, there is no Friday Catch Up this morning. There might be one later. Because I'll be damned if I let myself rob myself. .
I haven't lost the joy. It is there, and it has been there all along, waiting patiently for me get out of my own head and buy it a coffee. But not a crazy Starbucks order like the one from my birthday. We will go to 7-11. #realtalk #emiliaclare #postpartumjourney #liveauthentic