I love my boys. They are my reason for being. My reason for getting up in the morning, my reason for going to work every day. They are my life. If something were to happen to either of them a piece of me would die. I know this is not uncommon for a mother to feel this way. They were the reason I was considering maybe going into the military. I need to be able to support them, to give them the life they deserve. I thought this was a means, albeit a drastic one, to that end. As of the wee hours of this morning, I know that I can not leave them. That if I went into the military, and something were to happen to me, they would not be ok. Even my 14 year old needs his mommy right now. The events of last night were proof of that fact. The Big One has asthma. He was diagnosed with it when I was pregnant with Bubba. So, we've been dealing with it for 7 years. We've had some "scary" episodes, but noth...
My journey, trying to be an Ironman, while dealing with anxiety, depression, body dysmorphia, self doubt, and life as a single mom with two grown sons, a crazy ass dog, and a handful of cats.