Hello!
Welcome!
Bueller?…
Clearly, there’s nothing here yet.
I, mean, I am. And you are. Presumably.
I started blogging seven years ago and, quite frankly, I put so much effort into it that I started hating it. Turns out that saying is true. “If you love what you do, you never work a day in your life.” I didn’t love it and it was WORK.
It was difficult to come up with content that resonated with me, hard to find time as a new mom to accomplish it all and I started to pretend that it just didn’t exist – it was so much easier that way. I was stressed and anxious all the time because I was so wrapped up in this idea of me that was disingenuious. Not entirely, but enough that I had had…enough.
I won’t go into every embarassing, questionable detail but that version of me was a very low point in my life. I weighed 105 pounds. I lost my period. I was diagnosed with secondary infertility. I developed a binge eating disorder. I punished myself for that by exercising excessively – sometimes three hours a day. For what? To feel like I mattered and was relevant to everyone else. It took me a year and a half to get physically healthy again. Mentally, I am still struggling with it.
I never want to be that person again. I don’t want to look in the mirror see someone I know I’m not.
It’s scary. It’s difficult. It’s uncomfortable. But I am worth it.
Everyone deserves to know that they are worthy of love exactly as they are.
So, here we are.
Welcome to The No Fun House. Named by my children, written by me. Taking it one day at a time. Figuring it out together. Making mistakes and memories along the way.
