Let’s face it. We all have trouble trusting our gut instincts sometimes, but it doesn’t have to be that way. Some people hear the word “psychic” and want to run in the other direction. Psychic connections don’t have to be a scary thing, though. While there is some mysticism to it, it’s not all gypsies and thieves. Sometimes making yourself more aware psychically is simply allowing yourself to trust your instincts a bit more! There are many different parts to creating a strong psychic awareness, and a holistic way of thinking is the first step.
We’ve all heard some version of the saying “You can’t drink from an empty well.” As a stay-at-home mother with anxiety, depression, and a stress disorder that manifests it’s symptoms through paralysis, it is critical to try and keep my well as full as possible. When it’s near empty, it becomes as dangerous as an actual empty well. A seemingly bottomless pit waiting for you to hurl yourself into it. The daily challenges of living as a mom with anxiety and depression make my well seem very shallow. It doesn’t hold much water to begin with, and those reservoirs deplete very quickly when people constantly need to drink from your well every second of every day. It becomes a struggle to refill it as quickly as it is being used.
Never known love, so you choose to hate
As mothers, there are certain things that we try and put out of our minds. The memory of childbirth, for instance, usually gets altered in some way. We reminisce about the day quite often, choosing to relive “every” detail to those who would rather be doing anything else but listen to our labor stories. However if you’re like me, you recount it as a happy experience. Let’s face it. After all the hard work is said and done (and cleaned up), you look into your baby’s face and forget all the gruesome life experiences leading up to that beautiful angel coming into the world.
As a 29-year-old American woman of mixed descent, daughter of a lesbian, who has never met her biological father, my entire life has been about trying to figure out who I am in a society where it’s not easy to be accepted when you’re different from the “norm.” As a child I grew up in a rural Ohio town full of seemingly closed-minded people. I first realized that my family wasn’t like others when I was in elementary school. My older sister and I have the same biological father, who is African-American, and that made us two of the only “darker” kids at our school and in our small town. I never met him because he split from my mom when I was born. Strike one. Our mother, a proud Army veteran who is now very openly gay, married a man who became my adopted father. We didn’t look anything like him, or my Caucasian mother for that matter, and people noticed. Strike two. We didn’t come from great means, and I wore my sisters raggedy hand-me-downs for years. My parents had no idea how to style my kinky, fuzzy hair so I always looked disheveled. Strike three.