Hi friend. I have a confession. Scratch that, a few confessions. And a story to tell. MY story. Deep breath… I have always had a “dream.” Dreaming was and IS something I love doing. It’s
Four babies, a lot of life stresses, postpartum preeclampsia, dangerously high blood pressure and a continued high level of daily stress alone has made my attempts of getting back to healthy, nearly impossible. I know
The thing is, life kept throwing some huge hurdles at me and I stopped running. I stopped jumping and eventually sat myself down on the side of the track, looking at the hurdles with a stank face, blaming them for my ruin.