Tag: mental health

T is for Transitions, Truth, and Treading Water

by Mothersense, posted in Mental Health Recovery, Reclamation

If you noticed the quiet here on Friday, thank you for your grace. My body called a hard timeout, and honoring that pause wasn’t optional—it was necessary.

When you’re running a series like this, missing a beat can make you feel like you’ve fallen behind. But as we step into T, it feels right on time. Today, T stands for three things that are currently intertwined in my life: Transitions, Truth-Telling, and Treading Water.

The Reality of Treading Water

When we talk about life changes, the world loves to highlight the “before” and “after.” We talk about making strides, taking big leaps, and celebrating clean breaks.

What people rarely talk about is the awkward, exhausting space in between—the season where you are simply treading water.

Treading water gets a bad rap because it looks like standing still from the surface. But underneath? Your legs are moving constantly just to keep your head up. It takes real energy to hold your ground while your body and mind adapt to change. If all you did today was keep your head above water while navigate a hard shift, that wasn’t a wasted day. That was survival.

Facing the Hard Truths

You can’t navigate a transition successfully on half-truths or wishful thinking. Real growth requires a serious period of Truth-Seeking and Truth-Telling—starting with the person in the mirror.

That means looking squarely at what we are putting into our bodies, our minds, and our daily routines, and asking: Is this actually serving me, or is it just a crutch?

For me, that truth-telling hits close to home right now:

  • The Habit Swap: Back in January, I made the big decision to quit smoking. That was a huge win, but to keep the edge off, I picked up vaping. It cut down the harm, but the truth caught up with me: my lungs are letting me know in no uncertain terms that vaping has to go, too. Moving from one crutch to another isn’t the final destination; it was just a stepping stone on the way to full clarity.
  • Fuel vs. Filling Space: I’m in a season where I have to be intensely mindful of every single thing I eat. It can no longer be about convenience or quick fixes. I am actively learning to seek high nutritional value and genuine flavor, shifting how I view food entirely.
  • Adding & Subtracting: Transitions aren’t just about cutting things out—they’re about replacing old, harmful patterns with nourishing ones. It’s an ongoing audit of habits, routines, and inputs.

Bringing Your Circle Into the Fold

The hardest part of truth-telling is doing it out loud with the people who love you.

It is terrifying to admit to the people close to us that we are struggling, or that a habit we thought we had under control is actually holding us back. But hiding our struggles only isolates us.

When we tell the truth to our family, friends, and support system:

  1. We drop the mask: Pretending “everything is fine” takes twice as much energy as actually dealing with the problem.
  2. We invite accountability: The people who love us can’t help us keep our balance if they don’t know we’re tipping over.
  3. We build a safer bridge: Letting others see our raw transitions allows them to support us in practical, meaningful ways.

Finding the New Normal

Learning a whole new set of life skills—whether it’s stepping away from nicotine entirely, restructuring your diet, or managing physical boundaries—feels heavy when you’re doing it all at once.

If you are currently in a transition of your own, give yourself permission to tread water for a minute. Be honest about where it hurts, stop pretending you have it all figured out, and let the people who care about you help hold you steady while you build your new normal.

We don’t have to swim laps today. We just have to keep reaching for the truth, one breath at a time.

The Exhale Is a Scream (And a Glass of Cold Tea)

by Mothersense, posted in This Life

Friday, September 4

I sat down to write a normal Friday post, but I can’t pretend things are normal. I can’t write a neat little wrap-up about finding peace when everything around us feels like it’s fraying at the edges.

Look at the news on any given day. People tearing each other apart online for sport. Road rage taking lives over a momentary inconvenience. Healthcare systems treating human suffering like an expense sheet. Three children lose their lives and the system runs with the easiest, fastest theory instead of asking the terrifying, necessary questions.

And then, as if the daily weight of the world wasn’t heavy enough, we lose the light-keepers. In a single week, voices like Dolly Parton, Tim Curry, Peter Cullen, and Samuel Monroe Jr. are gone. The anchors feel like they’re snapping.

What the hell are we supposed to do with all this grief?

Because here’s the absurd part: the world keeps spinning. The bills still come. The laundry still sits in the basket. We still have to show up, do the work, and figure out how to live a beautiful life without letting the weight of everything else crush us to dust.

So how do we do it?

Do we lay it at the cross? Do we dance, dream, and persevere anyway? Do we hold tight to our daily rituals and thank God for every quiet moment of mercy?

Maybe it’s all of the above. And maybe today, it’s stepping away from the screens, stepping outside—even if it is air-fryer hot—touching the grass, and taking a sip of ice-cold tea.

Maybe it’s letting yourself have a good, ugly cry. As Steel Magnolias reminded us, laughter through tears is the best emotion. You’re allowed to scream into a pillow, feel the rage, mourn the losses, and still choose to bake, build, love, and keep going.

The exhale isn’t always neat. Today, it’s a scream, a prayer, a cry, and a deep breath. You aren’t crazy for feeling the weight of it all. Just don’t forget to take your step back.

The Forced Exhale

by Mothersense, posted in Mental Health Recovery, Reclamation



We are stepping away from the alphabet today. No letters, no structured frameworks, and no systems to analyze. Just a collective, heavy sigh before we head into the weekend.
I’ve spent a lot of time recently talking about the necessity of a pause, but if I’m being completely honest, I didn’t gracefully choose this quiet space. I was dragged into it. For anyone built with a “full steam ahead” default setting, resting feels a lot like quitting. We tell ourselves, “Just one more project,” “Just through this next week,” or “I’ll rest when everything is in order.”
But here is the brutal truth I’ve had to face lately: if you do not choose a time to rest, your body will eventually pick a time for you. And its choice is never convenient.
When you ignore the subtle warning signs—the creeping fatigue, the physical aches, the mental fog—your body eventually pulls the emergency brake. That’s where I’ve found myself, dealing with health issues that completely sidelined my best-laid plans. It turns out, you can’t negotiate with an exhausted nervous system or an ailing physical frame. It doesn’t care about your deadlines, your blog schedule, or the life you thought you’d be effortlessly managing at 50.
So this weekend isn’t just a casual break for me; it’s a necessary, forced evacuation from my own ambition.
Getting your life in order doesn’t always look like organizing a space or checking off a goal. Sometimes, getting yourself in order means surrendering to the couch. It means admitting that you are human, that your energy is finite, and that the world will not stop turning if you step away from the wheel for a few days.
If you are currently running on fumes, trying to outrun your own physical limits or the heavy grief that crops up when you finally slow down, please don’t wait for the crash. Don’t wait for your body to force your hand.
Let this Friday be your choice. Drop your shoulders. Unclench your jaw. Leave the unfinished projects exactly where they are—they will survive without you until Monday.
Take the breath now, on your own terms. Let’s exhale.

F is for Friction, Forfeiture, and the New Forecast: How to Level Up and Move with Purpose

by Mothersense, posted in Mental Health Recovery, Reclamation, This Life



Happy Monday.
We talk a lot about what it takes to reclaim our lives—slashing the impossible schedules, editing down commitments, and rewriting the heavy contracts we’ve signed with the world. But let’s face the truth as we kick off a brand-new week: true freedom isn’t just handed to us. It has to be forged.
If you want to step into a higher version of yourself, clear out the clutter, and actually smash your goals, you have to be willing to walk through three distinct, powerful phases: Friction, Forfeiture, and the Forecast.
This week, instead of just surviving the chaos, we are going to use these three tools to level up.

1. Brave the Friction
Friction is the psychological heat that happens when the purposeful life you are trying to build rubs aggressively against your old, comfortable habits. It’s that uncomfortable, anxious tightness you feel when you choose to say “no” to an unessential task, or when you leave a cluttered space uncleaned so you can focus on your actual priorities—like your creative writing, your business, or your kids.
It feels like a battle because it is. You are fighting years of conditioning that told you your worth is tied to constant motion. Don’t run from the friction this week. It isn’t a sign that you’re failing; it’s the exact proof that you are finally pushing back.

2. Authorize the Forfeiture
To get to the other side of the friction, you have to embrace the radical act of forfeiture. In business or legal terms, forfeiture means surrendering a right or an asset. In our daily lives, intentional forfeiture is a superpower. It means looking at the mindsets, the cluttered environments, and the calendar blocks that no longer serve you, and actively choosing to drop them on the floor.
It is the intentional forfeiture of the “Perfect Mom” myth. It is dropping the heavy bags you were never meant to carry so your hands are finally empty. Forfeiture sounds like losing, but in the mental health space, it is the only way to win your freedom.

3. Claim Your New Forecast
Because here is the beautiful thing that happens the exact moment your hands are empty: the horizon completely changes.
When you brave the friction and authorize the forfeiture, you clear the toxic weather inside your own head. You look forward into the rest of the week, the upcoming month, and the rest of the year, and you see a completely different forecast. It is a sky cleared of frantic panic and old guilt.
Suddenly, you have the open space to actually level up. You aren’t just reacting to emergencies anymore; you are moving with a brand-new, iron-clad purpose. You can set big, beautiful goals born out of clarity instead of desperation. You can focus on the creative work that feeds your soul, the family that needs your presence, and a life built entirely on your own terms.
As you step into this Monday, remember that you hold the pen. You control the weather in your world. Face the friction, drop what’s heavy, and step out into your new forecast.

Love and light my friends!!!

E is for Endorsements: Rewriting the Policy on Your Life

by Mothersense, posted in financial-planning, Mental Health Recovery, Reclamation, This Life




We are living our lives under an outdated policy.


When you first started building your world—whether you were launching a business, stepping into a creative project, mapping out a homeschool curriculum, or just figuring out how to manage a household—you wrote a mental contract. You set the terms and conditions for what you owed the world, what you were capable of producing, and how much of yourself you were willing to give away.
You signed it on the dotted line.
But life changes. The assets grow. The liabilities increase. The chaos of everyday life gets heavier, and yet, we find ourselves trying to fulfill a contract written for an entirely different season.


This is where the trap of efficiency kicks in. When we realize we can’t keep up with the terms of our own life policy, we don’t change the contract. Instead, we try to optimize the production line. We buy the color-coded binders. We look for the ultimate life hacks. We schedule our days down to the micro-second, trying to force a tired human soul to run with the efficiency of a corporate spreadsheet.
We treat ourselves like a machine that just needs better tuning. But you cannot efficiency-model your way out of a life that is simply carrying too much weight.


When efficiency fails, we have to turn to the writer’s desk and learn the brutal art of the creative edit. In songwriting and prose, editing is where the magic actually happens. It’s the willingness to take out the red pen, look at a line you love, and cut it because it’s crowding the melody. In life, editing means looking at a crowded calendar of good ideas—the projects, the to-do lists, the expectations—and realizing you have to cross things out so the main story can breathe.


But how do we actually authorize those cuts legally and emotionally within ourselves?
We use an endorsement.


In the insurance world, an endorsement is a specific amendment attached to an existing policy. It changes the terms. It updates the coverage. It acknowledges that the original agreement no longer fits the current risk or reality. It allows the policy to shift without tearing down the entire house.


As mothers, creators, and business owners, we forget that we are the sole underwriters of our own lives. We have the authority to file an endorsement at any given moment.
You are allowed to look at your current season and say, “The old policy required me to be everything to everyone at all times. This new amendment states that my peace is now a non-negotiable excluded risk. I am no longer insuring other people’s comfort at the expense of my own sanity.”


Stop trying to become more efficient at carrying a load that was never meant for one person. Take out the red pen and edit the narrative. File the endorsement, change the terms of what you owe the world, and rewrite the policy so you can actually live a life well-covered.