I have never in a million years had such an amazing support system…ever.
After I posted my last blog post in response to how downright shitty I felt after seeing the “Why I’d Hate to be Asian” video, I felt really embarrassed to have shared what I did. When I woke up the next morning I even had the urge to delete it, but before I could make my way downstairs to the computer I received 25 emails which were either personal emails from readers, notifications of comments on the blogpost, or responses on my Facebook on my phone.
I’m truly amazed and touched by all of the kind words, all of the relatable stories shared, and all of the effort that you all have put in to helping me maintain my sanity. I started this blog for myself, and really as much as everyone says that they are getting just as much out of it as I am, I still find that hard to believe, because I feel like the luckiest girl in the world to have as many new friends as I have found or that have found me.
After reading all the emails and comments I realized that this whole time that I’ve been feeling down on myself and the way I looked since being a small kid, the thing I was missing was a great support group. Back when I was younger I didn’t know how to express my feelings to anyone other than my parents. Every time I was bullied or called chink eyes, or someone tried to copy my eyes by using their fingers to pull at the outer corners of their own, I would run to my parents who to be completely honest weren’t much help. Don’t get my wrong, I love my parents and owe everything that I have to them, BUT just like any other person who doesn’t know exactly where you’re coming from, they couldn’t really help me the way I needed. Continue reading →
Meeting friends, well at least good friends, is really hard. Especially if you are like me and live in an area where people are born and raised and then marry and have kids in. My family moved the summer before I started 3rd grade and ever since then I’ve had a difficult time making life long friends.
When you’re a woman finding friends is also a thousand times more difficult. Add on a husband, and three kids and then boom, difficult becomes close to impossible. Continue reading →
Yesterday I made a point to make sure everyone knew that when I said “have a good V-day” that they didn’t confuse it with Venereal Disease day. I feel like having both words start with the same letter was done somewhat on purpose considering the two sometimes go hand in hand. If you’re not in a committed relationship people, wrap it up. Just saying.
Little BK is 3 months old today and I am amazed that we have survived! To say that being a parent is easy, would be a huge lie, and these last three months have reminded us of that.
Three months for myself has been extremely difficult. With J home for the past month on disability healing from his knee surgery, and already battling PPD, I have been pushed over my limit multiple times. To make a long story short, I started taking my “happy pills” a little over a week ago. After a very scary moment where I felt suicidal and very hopeless, my husband and I realized that I needed more help than we’d thought. I’ve always battled depression. As a teenager I suffered from suicidal thoughts and then again after I had my daughter at 18…I never thought that I would get back to that place where I am now. It was scary to say the least. Continue reading →
It’s always been ironic to me that something that should bring a couple together like the birth of a baby, can also push that same couple to the brink of separation. No, John and I are not getting a divorce, trust me, but I’m not going to lie, sometimes the thought has crossed my mind and even come out of my mouth during hormonal induced screaming matches…