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feralgoing · 8 months ago
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there is a girl inside. she is randy as a wolf. she will not walk away and leave these bones to an old woman. she is a green tree in a forest of kindling. she is a green girl in a used poet. she has waited patient as a nun for the second coming, when she can break through gray hairs into blossoms and her loves will harvest honey and thyme and the woods will be wild with the damn wonder of it.
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dogvioletmp3 · 2 hours ago
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alkhlfd babe. babe is that healthy
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anxietymom · 2 hours ago
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Motherhood is HARD.
I don’t think a lot of people understand this, I mean what’s so difficult about taking care of a baby when all you have to do is feed them, burp them, and make sure their diaper is clean? All they do is sleep and cry and eat...sounds easy enough. But they don’t just sleep, they cry, and they scream. Our little humans can’t communicate with us like we’re used to, so they cry if something is wrong...or if nothing is wrong. People say that after a while we will know the difference between each little cry but that doesn’t make it any better; the baby is still crying and sometimes nothing can make it stop. They want to be held, but they don’t want to be touched so all the rocking and bouncing and shushing in the world just won’t settle him or her. They’re so tired but won’t go to sleep because they’ve worked themselves up too much and now they have the hiccups. He or she is hungry but they have a belly ache from drinking too fast during the last feed but of course they won’t burp to get rid of the gas bubbles. The baby is over stimulated but still wants to see and hear us, but talking softly or singing quietly is still too much stimulation. We’re doing it wrong. We’re horrible mothers.
I tell myself that I’m a bad mom at least once a day, and I feel guilt almost 24/7. That’s not something that people talk about very much so I wasn’t exactly expecting to feel like crap ALL THE TIME. Mom guilt is real and it sucks. I put my son down because my arms are dead and I need a minute to not have someone touching me, and I cry because how could I feel that way? I take a shower and he’s crying out for me as soon as I have shampoo in my hair, so I rush and probably don’t rinse all the soap out but that doesn’t matter because I shouldn’t have showered while my son was sleeping. I ask my mother in law to watch him for an hour so I can get a tiny bit of sleep, but I lay awake feeling sick to my stomach with guilt for pawning him off and not looking after him. I probably should ask for help more often, my house is a mess and the laundry is piling up, but I should be able to manage it all on my own...I’m just a terrible mother. I was only able to breastfeed for a month before my supply dried up, and I sobbed alone on the couch because, even though I knew that as long as he was eating and was healthy he would be okay, I was failing him. I second guess everything I do, every decision I make for my son is the wrong one...at least that’s how it feels. I tell myself over and over that I’m doing the best I can, but I’m also telling myself over and over that I’m doing it wrong and that I’m a terrible mom.
I don’t regret having my baby. I love him and I’m so happy to be his mother, but I do find motherhood exhausting. I find it lonely and scary. My partner helps, but he doesn’t get it. I’m on duty all day everyday and all night every night, he gets a break from 7am-5pm. He comes home and is tired, he wants to watch tv and relax but Casey is fussy and I’m pacing the house trying to soothe him. And suddenly we’re all cranky which only fuels Casey’s fussiness and turns his little pitiful whimpers into ear piercing shrieks and wails. “Give him his soother” my partner will suggest (usually with an annoyed edge to his voice) and I won’t answer because I’ve been trying to give him his sucky all day with no luck. So I walk around the house with Casey bawling in my arms, his face red from crying, and I try not to be frustrated because it isn’t his fault. I try not to resent my partner as he sits there looking irritated while he rubs his temples. I could ask for a small break, but I’m angry because I shouldn’t have to and I feel guilty for being mad, and the house is a disaster which is obviously my fault and I shouldn’t need a break after doing nothing all day. So I keep walking and rocking my baby until finally, after a whole day of on and off tantrums, Casey falls asleep. I wake up at 5am and do it all over again.
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alexolsen · 3 hours ago
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Listening to Glennon Doyle’s podcast episode about moms being overwhelmed with too much to do, and the whole time I’ve been thinking “this is exactly why I have never wanted to have my own kids.”
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indizombie · 6 hours ago
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"Women who don't have children are really socially on the periphery," explains Dr Krupka. It continues throughout life, to the point women are expected to not just be mothers, but grandmothers too. "You get to the age people expect you to be a grandparent," Dr Krupka says. "Women I know in their 60s and 70s who haven't had children say it's the first thing people ask you, just like they used to in your 30s. "[Except] now it's like, tell me about your grandchildren. I don't have any. End of conversation."
Kellie Scott, ‘More women are choosing not to have kids, and society can't cope’, ABC
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indizombie · 6 hours ago
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Research shows women's reasons for choosing not to have children are multifaceted and complex. Overpopulation and climate change, a lacking maternal instinct, health concerns and a desire for independence and freedom are just a few. Whatever the reason, the research shows most women who choose a childfree life are confident in their decision. It's everybody else who struggles with it. "There's this kind of cultural ideal that [as a woman] you're supposed to want to nurture and care for," Dr Krupka says. "So when you say, 'I don't want to do that', it's like you're not a real woman." Tory says she's been made to feel like if you don't use your womb, "you're not really a woman". "It's just the next step you do, you get married and you have kids." Caroline says there is "stunned silence" when correcting people who assume she has kids. "I mean I've started saying to cab drivers, 'Nah mate, my ovaries are done, I'm not going to change my mind'," she says.
Kellie Scott, ‘More women are choosing not to have kids, and society can't cope’, ABC
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annbonyee · 7 hours ago
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Ich sah dein Herz schlagen,ich dachte ich werde dich in meinen Armen tragen.
Ein Schicksalsschlag ist nicht rückgängig zu machen, ich sehe all die Menschen lachen.
Jede Träne nur für dich, sag hörst du mich ?
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laibakhalidsblog · 10 hours ago
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Winters, cozy corner and having someone to bring warm milk.
He makes me jealous! 🙄
#children #motherhood #parenting #parenthood #instagood #instagram #instadaily #instalike #sydney #australia #baby #homedecor #blogger #influencer #inspiration #awesome #photography #mom #mommy #bestoftheday #winterfashion #winteroutfit #cozy #blanket #pink #child #boy #instagood #instafashion #picoftheday (at Sydney, Australia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CQK_JuUhMsb/?utm_medium=tumblr
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lagaceessentials · 12 hours ago
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Mr Tigger Yes that is T.I. double Gu . ER That spells Tigger! The wonderful things about Tiggers, Is Tiggers are wonderful things, They are bouncy, trouncy pouncy, Fun Fun Fun Fun Fun! Oh the wonderful thing about Tiggers is…. That I’ve got the only one! Yes I’ve got the only ONE! My daughter named Him Tigger🥰 #life #lifestyle #children #sleep #focus #healthylifestyle #positivevibes #motherhood #nature #photooftheday #school #therapy #relax #hairstyle #natural #motivation #morning #puppylove #healthyliving #home #business #hardwork #selflove #catsofinstagram #creative #selfcare #homesweethome #skincare #beauty #family https://www.instagram.com/p/CQKzPASqv0D/?utm_medium=tumblr
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firsttimeparenting · 13 hours ago
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I am a new mum. It is amazing but it is hard! Your world really does flip upside down. Old routines go out of the window - and I love routine. Now we go with the flow of breastfeeding, nappy changing and winding. Sleep deprivation is probably the hardest part. I love sleep. Stealing naps here and there just isn’t the same. I feel anxious as we come to every nighttime as I know I’ll be awake and I’m not sure if the feeds will be peaceful or uncomfortable.
And despite all this, I love my son. This is what I’ve always wanted. Taking in the beautiful moments and treasuring them.
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indistinct-aurora · 14 hours ago
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how do people feel about the inclusion of contemporary social issues explained in a paragraph of a novel (not with symbols, characters, a plot, etc.)? an issue i’ve been finding is that there are wonderful novels that have explored racism, sexism, gender roles, nationalism, etc. without just using a character’s internal monologue explain it. i feel like there are ways to explore this that are thought provoking and interesting, and many popular novels right now are being so explicit with the point
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annabookbel · 14 hours ago
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Review Catch-up - Tadjo, Fuller and Benson
Review Catch-up – Tadjo, Fuller and Benson
My review pile runneth over and there are a couple of books that I would have reviewed for Shiny, but I don’t feel I can write a long piece on, so I will cover them here in my review round-up. In the Company of Men by Véronique Tadjo Back in 2014, the world awoke to the possibility of a killer virus that might come on the rampage. It was ebola, and this outbreak was the biggest since the virus…
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tauralemons · 16 hours ago
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He was craving some mommy cuddles with his favorite blanket #baby #babyboy #motherhood #space #selfie #rainbowbaby #sunshine #sonshine #apollomark https://www.instagram.com/p/CQKYXSHDbTi/?utm_medium=tumblr
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hope-strength-courage · 20 hours ago
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Gratitude - 15/06/2021
Feelings This Evening 🧠
Exhausted 😴
Overwhelmed 🤯
Supported 🤗
Grateful 🥲
Today I Am Grateful For 🙏🏻
Taking my daughter swimming this morning despite feeling tired and anxious myself, I feel a sense of achievement doing this and I'm grateful to be able to do these things with her.
How the small things in life feel like big achievements to me because of my Anxiety, it actually makes them more meaningful and means I feel fulfilled and like I'm accomplishing things more easily in a way.
Having an unintentional nap this afternoon.
Watching Andy Murray on TV playing at Queen’s and winning his match.
Relaxing this evening watching TV.
Kind and understanding words for people I can open up to and be honest with about my Mental Health and Emotions.
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oeild-quotes · 23 hours ago
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"Avec l’amour maternel, la vie vous fait à l’aube une promesse qu’elle ne tient jamais."
La promesse de l’aube, Romain Gary
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mrcmxwll · a day ago
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portiaprince
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miggiisdumb · a day ago
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hi hello this is my little self insert/oc that i made !! they’re a small (5’0) black and white highland cow that just thrives off of chaos. they love watching cotton and the others fuck shit up because it gives them a good laugh. their favourite farmer is izuku and hawks. they’ll follow them around for hours aimlessly, too shy to straight up ask for their attention but will charge at anyone who gets too close. they love to mess with the bulls and is constantly trying to pick fights with them. they’re the sweetest little thing unless they don’t like you. once you get on their bad side say goodbye to the sweet smiles and gentle manners. oh they’re also a complete airhead so it’s nearly dangerous for them to be left alone cuz who knows what they might accidentally get into. i don’t really have a name for them yet so i might need help but yeah that’s them (wanna be them so bad yells)
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The precious babies keep flooding my inbox and I’m so happy
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ladynephthyss · a day ago
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i love that katniss is growing into motherhood and maternity as her story progresses because she doesn’t see it as an option in the start of the story. she scared of losing any future offspring to the Games, and coupled with her living in poverty, it could be safe to say a part of her might feel like she wouldn’t even live that long.  coupled with her definite fear of being like her mother; being unable to provide, or even sinking down into a pit of mental anguish like she did.
but katniss never gives up, at least not completely. 
she learns how to fight and trust and understand not only herself or peeta, but others around her. she starts to see the possibilities of everything. so by the time we get to the end of everything, katniss fully an adult watching her children play, she’s come full circle in the journey of understanding a part of herself: becoming a mother. 
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throughthewwods · a day ago
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100 Days of Productivity Reboot ⛅️ Day 18
💙 Monday I woke up at five-ish and then was actually able to go back to sleep
💕 Kiddo and I cooked pancakes with blueberries and bacon for breakfast to celebrate the first weekday of summer break, which is to say, celebrating a season we both will actually get to relax
💚 Hula hooped
📚 emailed statistics professor about getting him those last two assignments over the next couple weeks and got the AOK on that
✨Got an A on my lit review, which means an A in the class❣️
📚 wrote my grad department to see if there’s anything else I should be doing application wise, but there’s not. Apparently I’ll be hearing from them next week whenever someone important gets back from vacation
🧡 had my research team meeting
🧡 gave my updated hours
📚 had a meeting with my caseworker about my letter for the scholarship. Trying not to stress out about that. She can’t guarantee anything, but is optimistic it’ll go well.
⭐️ called the vet about a quote
💕 had another movie night. Pulled down the projector screen.  Theaters are overrated.  i’m a little amused by the passage of time, realizing that Jurassic Park 2 is an ‘old movie’ for Kiddo in the same way I once thought of The Blob. We are all sprawled about the sectional, lounging under throw blankets, reaching our hands into an enormous bowl of popcorn. There’s a pile of starburst wrappers gathering on the coffee table. GSD stole her spot on the couch, so Kiddo scoots over to RB and me. She makes cheeky commentary throughout the movie, but we still jump as a raptor almost snags the little girl from under a door. Your first ‘scary movies’ are a right of passage.
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💙 had a session with my counselor, which left me contemplative
I didn’t know what good diving into my trauma narrative would do, but I also know, not for lack of efforts, that I’ve tried everything from my own tool-belt with inconsistent results.
So we’re working on my cycle: doing fine, steady pace, then something happens ( disability stuff, Mom stuff, Life stuff) that messes up my groove where I find myself robbing Peter to pay Paul until eventually burning my candle from both ends catches up with me.. eventually I crash then go into an avoidant state to various degrees where mentally, but also physiologically I do not want to do anything that will bring on the anxiety and depression. so… I don’t heh. then… something else will happen that creates an urgent scenario where I rise to the occasion. 
Counselor identifies this as a trauma response, not just an anxious burnout/procrastination cycle. 
After some discussion I realize my slippery slope is that as my acute stress becomes chronic, a feeling of drowning, despair, awareness no help is coming hits.. at a certain point I don’t ‘give up’, but let myself float, gathering my strength, because I don’t feel i have it in me to keep going. I can stay in that place for a long time. Eventually as I start to feel better I’ll make bits of inconsistent progress, frustrated with myself, trying to pull myself out of the anxiety and depression sludge..  unfortunately, what I am able to achieve is small compared to the hourglass and what needs to be done. Suddenly something will happen where it’s sink or swim and I will use that adrenaline, a contempt for my mother as fuel. An intense desire to not let my anxiety and depression ruin my, our life like she did over and over... then I slay the dragon.
On the bright side, I have a history of slaying the dragons in the end, but I don’t want to be up and down my whole life riding adrenaline. One of these days I won’t be able to save my ass in the last 15 minutes of the game. this last dragon, rescuing my GPA and future, could’ve been an absolute disaster with serious, long-term ramifications.
I need to find a better way ‘to be.’.
I don’t know what to do with this newfound self-awareness. Many people lean on spirituality, but I’m essentially an atheist. “Don’t let life get chronically stressful’ isn’t a realistic strategy. I mean, I’ve done all sorts of organization, time management stuff, preemptive planning stuff, which helps keep my little boat afloat most of the time even through rough waters, but I know there are limits to my locus of control. Pragmatically, I take this as a cue to put extra effort into forming a support system, but I’ve been trying to do that for years without much success. 🤔 

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