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This blog is about my journey becoming a mom at such a young age and too look back and see how far I have come. This is me trying to find my path that was set for me. These are my experiences growing up(:
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Depression is humiliating. It turns intelligent, kind people into zombies who can’t wash a dish or change their socks. It affects the ability to think clearly, to feel anything, to ascribe value to your children, your lifelong passions, your relative good fortune. It scoops out your normal healthy ability to cope with bad days and bad news, and replaces it with an unrecognizable sludge that finds no pleasure, no delight, no point in anything outside of bed. You alienate your friends because you can’t comport yourself socially, you risk your job because you can’t concentrate, you live in moderate squalor because you have no energy to stand up, let alone take out the garbage. You become pathetic and you know it. And you have no capacity to stop the downward plunge. You have no perspective, no emotional reserves, no faith that it will get better. So you feel guilty and ashamed of your inability to deal with life like a regular human, which exacerbates the depression and the isolation. If you’ve never been depressed, thank your lucky stars and back off the folks who take a pill so they can make eye contact with the grocery store cashier. No one on earth would choose the nightmare of depression over an averagely turbulent normal life. It’s not an incapacity to cope with day to day living in the modern world. It’s an incapacity to function. At all. If you and your loved ones have been spared, every blessing to you. If depression has taken root in you or your loved ones, every blessing to you, too. No one chooses it. No one deserves it. It runs in families, it ruins families. You cannot imagine what it takes to feign normalcy, to show up to work, to make a dentist appointment, to pay bills, to walk your dog, to return library books on time, to keep enough toilet paper on hand, when you are exerting most of your capacity on trying not to kill yourself. Depression is real. Just because you’ve never had it doesn’t make it imaginary. Compassion is also real. And a depressed person may cling desperately to it until they are out of the woods and they may remember your compassion for the rest of their lives as a force greater than their depression. Have a heart. Judge not lest ye be judged.
— Depression is not a synonym for being sad or having a bad day/bad week.
(Source: sherunsfromdarkness, via eleby)
Anonymous said: Oh, and which one would you suggest? Sorry for the hassle, I'm just really looking forward buying myself one for christmas and I'd like personal reviews.
I love my 7100. Bigger screen colors and sharper.
I love both of them but I tend to shoot more with the 7100 and i know a lot of people are jealous i have that model
Anonymous said: What camera do you have?
Nikon 7100 & Nikon 5100
Anonymous said: How old were when you got pregnant and gave birth?
fifteen when i got pregnant 16 when i gave birth.
I just turned 20 in august
she has gotten so big :( this was last summer on our way to Cali
Anonymous said: I'm always curious to see how people train their pups so that they're able to let them run without a leash, so do you mind giving any tips that you do ? lol
I have always had to train my dogs to be off leashed trained because I raised hunting dogs Osiris my dobie is super easy cause he has the personality to not go far, his only distraction is other dogs because he loves to great people and everything i am still working on that
throw back thursday.
in Cali again.
Throw back Thursday.
In Cali with my munchkin. Ivy was 2 years old. Crazy. This month she is four.
baking cookies for Halloween with mama (:
Ivy a week ago with Cinder (:
my sister in laws Great Dane. Crazy to think when we first took Osiris home we brought him over to see Charlie her Great Dane and he was only about 8lbs at 7 weeks old and here is at 7 months old with Charliee. (:
late night fun.