Almost a year ago I realized I wasn’t living the life I wanted to be living.
On paper everything was sunshine, lollipops and rainbows. I had most of the things I’d been dreaming of since I was a little girl: a sweet, handsome husband, a trio of bubbly little kids, and a white-walled, sunshine-filled house. These dreams were simple but they were mine, and I recognized that I was 100% lucky to have realized them.
But I was also miserable. [Read more…]