Social media has a way of taking over our daily lives. We use it to stay connected with friends, family, and coworkers; to stay in the know of news all over the world; voice our opinions, and so on. So, it definitely has its pros and cons. One of the major cons I personally have is the negativity that can come from it. People feel more powerful behind a screen, and so they speak how they want about any topic. In which then, racism; prejudice; general hatred; and comparison comes to a head. At some point, it truly begins to take a toll on someone and their mental and emotional health.
When people imagine postpartum depression, they automatically think of all the horror stories such as mothers murdering, abusing, or neglecting their children. There’s a stereotype around postpartum depression. Women who suffer from this are afraid to speak out for fear they’ll be labeled mentally ill or be accused of hurting or mistreating their child—when that’s not the case at all. In fact, 40% of moms do not get help for their PPD. I’m here to share my story with you, and shed some light on this matter and show that PPD is very real, very scary, and doesn’t make me—or anyone suffering—a bad person.
When you were in the hospital because you were premature - I was there
Everyone needs a little extra cash every now and again, but doing jobs for other people can be difficult or too time-consuming. However, just about everyone has a moneymaker right in their pocket—their smartphone! Today I will be giving you honest opinions of the top 12 apps that I have tried—and cashed out with—that you can download on your phone and get to earning!
As someone who is in their 14th week of their first pregnancy, I can readily and easily say that this has been one of the most confusing, exciting, yet terrifying and stressful times of my life. Ranging from horrible morning sickness, to only eating potatoes, to complete meltdowns over silly things, I’ve experienced quite a few things in my first trimester. Some of which, I was and was not prepared for. So, I’ve decided I’d share some of the wisdom I’ve gained in the past weeks to those who might feel just as lost as I did and still do.
We are running out of teachers. Good, passionate, serious teachers. Either they’re simply growing older and caring less or the younger ones are giving up way too easily. Most people look at me funny or try to change my mind when I tell them I’m currently studying to become an English teacher; a high school educator, to boot. Time after time I hear: “Oh! Are you SURE you want to teach? I mean, in this day and age you’d be so disrespected and the kids are insane.” When as a matter of fact, those same reasons you wouldn’t be a part of the school system, are the reasons I will be.