I don't like hospitals. I don't like it when I am sick, I don't like going to see people in hospitals, in fact up until my adult years, I had a real life phobia that if I went into a hospital I would get sick. I hate the smell of hospitals and I get way too emotional around sick people.
I am an IT girl and naturally, I look to technology to hold my hand. My smartphone has come in really handy both during my pregnancy and parenting journey thus far.
From as far back as I can remember, I have always been a picky eater. The excuse I have come up with to refuse to eat one dish or another are innumerable. Add a bad appetite and there are days I was guilty of flat-out skipping meals
I don’t know how many times I can say this but I will keep saying it: assault is never and can never be the victim’s fault.
One evening, as I sat with my mother, she noticed my sadness and pried to see what was upsetting me. So, I asked, “mom are my eyes big?” to which she promptly responded, “yes they are!” Right there and the floodgates opened. How could she? I trusted this woman to love and care for me, and make every wrong thing all right, yet she just agreed with my tormentors! I couldn’t take it, it was way, way too much!
The universe was having cosmic conversations with me, I feel like I have something to share with the world, what’s stopping me from sharing it? Nothing! Absolutely nothing.