Mental Health
School starts in two weeks, and while most people are running around picking out cute backpacks and sneakers, I feel like I’ve been running a completely different kind of race — one that’s left me exhausted, worn out, and just praying for a break. These past few weeks have been… a lot. Not “oh, I’ve been a little busy” a lot. I mean the kind of “one thing after another” that makes you look at the calendar and wonder if you’ve accidentally signed up for some kind of life obstacle course. It started with Hands, foot, and mouth disease. If you’ve never had the pleasure, let me just say — 0/10, do not recommend. Take care of yourselves it's going around! My toddler caught it first, and I thought I was in the clear until I woke up with the blisters on the hands and feet, fever, the whole nightmare. It’s one of those things you hear about as a “kid sickness” and think, oh, adults don’t really get that bad, right? Wrong. So wrong. Adults actually get it worse than the kids do, so again,...