It's been awhile since I published my post Someone With Problems, about my decade-long struggle with anxiety and my decision to finally, despite a deep-rooted discomfort with the idea of seeking outside help, try medication (Zoloft, if you're wondering).
Now it's a year later, and so I wanted to talk about how it's going.
It's better. So much better, most of the time. But not always.
Calgary Tower | Calgary, CA
On Me: J.Crew Painter's Tee | On Indy: Jacadi Striped Sweater
Where I spent last weekend: in Calgary, for my cousin Carrie's wedding. I only took Indy because even though Goldie is still free to travel with (kids under the age of 2 don't need a ticket), Kendrick couldn't make it and two children + one adult + layovers in Salt Lake City and Seattle = nooooo. And also: at this age, Indy isn't just "easy" to travel with - I'd rather travel with him than travel alone; it's just more fun (whereas one-year-olds on planes are a little less "fun" and more "madcap dashes up and down the aisle with intermittent screaming and people hating you really a lot").
Lately I just feel sort of...blah. I haven't exercised regularly (other than Mudderella and a forced stop into a boot camp class) in years. My nails may look worse than they have ever looked in the history of me. What I eat prior to the hour of 5PM (when I place a series of delicious things on the table largely out of a sense of guilt) is usually whatever fell off my child's high chair, and then at midnight I suddenly get ravenously hungry and consume things like Hostess cupcakes and string cheese and these gelatinous strawberry-flavored things that Kendrick brought home from the office, all at the same time. Last night I inhaled three massive neon-colored popsicles while fully prone and staring at reality TV shows, and while my husband looked on in horror at the popsicle-eating, fuzzy-legged thing that used to be his wife.
I need a haircut. I need highlights. I need a nap.
I was talking to Morgan about this the other day - this sort of general I-feel-like-crap-ness. As the parent of two children born eighteen months apart, she's something of an expert on the topic of exhaustion, and when I was done whining she said, "Of COURSE you feel that way. You're still in the middle of it."
San Francisco, CA
H&M Shirt (similar) | Shorts | Tank | Shoes | Sunglasses | Purse (similar)
I was talking to a neighbor (and new friend), Alisa, the other day, and she said, "It's so crazy how much STUFF you guys do," meaning all those mini trips to wherever that we're constantly taking. And then she asked: "Is it because you need things to write about for your site?"
