I’m Karen. I have irritable bowel syndrome. A raging anxiety disorder. The inability to filter. A very long-suffering husband, Z. And two sweet boys, T 4 and C 2, who will probably sh*t bricks and demand money for therapy when they discover my blog. Hopefully, I’ve got at least half a decade before that happens.
I’m a stay-at-home mom. We live in sunny Syracuse.
Alright, I’m going to be all earnest for a sec. Here’s what I’m trying to do here. Parenting is hard. Mental illness is hard. Marriage is hard. I talk about the hard stuff because, well, because I’m a selfish a** and it helps me to talk about it. But also because maybe if we talk about this crap it will help make it all easier to navigate. The struggles won’t seem so shameful, we won’t feel like we must pretend to be perfect, we can destigmatize mental illness, we can help each other. Pretty lofty goals, but even if one person feels less crazy, or like less of a sh*tty mom after visiting this little blog then I feel like it’s worth it to tell the Internet my biggest fear is sh*tting myself in public.