Taking care of my emotional health is not something I’m good at remembering to do. It isn’t until I’m spiraling downward and have to hole myself up in my room with netflix/chocolate/alcohol/etc that I actually realize, “Huh, maybe if I would have stopped to take a break a while ago, I might not be in this predicament now.”
In light of this knowledge… and after the crazy pregnancy and current crazy postpartum period… I’m trying like hell to throw in some self care on a daily basis.
So today I bought myself some flowers. I survived our first outing to the grocery store with just me and the kids. I conquered my {sometimes extreme} anxiety of leaving the house alone. I battled that beast and won. And there were NO tears. Huzzah!
