When my sons are men, I pray they forgive me for my mistakes. I pray they remember the times I was tired and worn out and stretched way too thin- and when they have kids of their own, that they’ll understand then.Read More When My Sons are Men
This is the kind of stuff that so many women hear from the men who are supposed to love and protect them.Read More “If It weren’t for my Kid, You’d be Dead.”
Gaslighters function off the confusion and absolute mayhem they create for you- the hysteria that consumes your brain because while red flags are going off everywhere about this person, for some reason.. you believe it is your fault.Read More Gaslighting is Abuse
You can tell a lot about a man’s true intentions by how he speaks about you and your children, and refers to possessions you may or may not have together. My only hope is that all of you can listen and catch these little details, as they are subtle cues that will foreshadow what you deal with in the future.Read More ‘My Mom’s Boyfriend’
“It wouldn’t stop until I would break and say sorry. But I was always so stubborn.. I tried to hold onto my dignity for as long as I could after he tried to strip me of it. I would refuse to say sorry, I would refuse to beg him for forgiveness. Because I don’t beg for things I don’t need.”Read More *Trigger Warning: It Won’t Happen Again
Being so blessed to have the title of ‘Mom’ means so many things; it means ‘Organizer’ and ‘Planner’ and ‘Cleaner.’ It means ‘Fix-It Lady’ and ‘Cooking Lady’ and ‘Chauffer Lady.’ It means you get to take care of endless laundry, calculate the finances, schedule appointments, meet with teachers, plan the meals, buy the necessities, kiss the boo-boos. It means you are responsible for another person’s life more than your own. It means dignity and beauty and compassion and power.Read More Being Mom when you’re Barely Yourself
The main issue here, stems from being broken. It rises from insecurities and shortcomings and strong tendencies to protect myself. After you’ve been hurt before, and I mean bad, it becomes nearly impossible to be readily vulnerable. Vulnerability is a scary place, and with each emotion that brings me there, my fight or flight kicks in (almost simultaneously).Read More Adulting Like a Toddler
I’ve viewed Krysta as the ultimate puzzle.
Difficult, but not impossible. Strange tendencies that include self-sabotage, emotional instability, mood swings, depression; all twists and turns to the maze that is Krysta.
The month of May is Mental Health Awareness Month, and I thought this would be a good time to write about very intimate things that are near and dear to my heart. Throughout my recent journey, I have found hope and healing in writing about my story. It has been a way of coping, if […]Read More This is my Brave
As I tucked my children in bed tonight, I reminded them about our day and how wonderfully kind the woman at the store was. If there’s anything I wanted to come of it, it’s that my kids learn the value in being compassionate towards others. Of being appreciative for what is given. Of practicing humility when it’s least convenient.Read More Please Help Me Find Her