The time Jonah broke his arm | Fulltime RV Travel Family

2020-03-04T10:51:29-06:00August 29th, 2019|My Family, Jonah, PTSD, RV Life, Youtube Videos|

First of all, thank you to everyone who sent us love, prayers and support over the last two weeks.  We appreciate it so much!  I’m sorry if I haven’t personally connected with a message or well wish you sent, it’s been an overwhelming couple of weeks.  We just kind of stepped away from everything for a lot of reasons.  Second, before I share what happened please know that it is not my intention to make this about me or my PTSD, I’m actually very hypersensitive to that.  I don’t want my child that is hurting to ever have to worry about how I am coping or handling something.  I just want them to be able to count on me, no […]

My baby turned one

2019-11-23T21:05:19-06:00February 24th, 2018|Birth Trauma, PPD, PTSD, Zachary|

My baby turned one. My wish was to spend Zachary’s birthday at the beach. I wanted to try so hard to celebrate my baby and find some peace. That may sound strange, but birth trauma is a complicated thing. OF COURSE, I love my baby. OF COURSE, I’m thankful he is healthy. OF COURSE, I’m grateful that we both survived. And I’m sure many out there don’t understand. And those of us that it’s happened to, would never want you to be able to understand, because you’d have to live it. Birthdays are hard. There’s the pressure to be happy and thankful about the hardest, most traumatic, day in your life. The day everything changed, the day your brain rewired […]

He is in the quiet spaces.

2019-11-21T10:58:30-06:00December 25th, 2017|PPD, Jonah, PTSD|

He is in the quiet spaces. My faith has been all over the place this year. I’ve been closer to God and farthest from God all in the same year. I prayed and sought his will seconds before the trauma started at Zachary’s birth. He saved Zachary’s life, and likely my own. But it’s been confusing for me as I’ve worked through the trauma, a difficult path to walk over the last 11 months. Today, the kids and I found a tiny church in the woods at our campground. The door was open, but it was dark and cold. There were only a few windows and all were stained glass. The old […]

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