My name is Elia. It’s a different name, and I hit a little bit different, but I am also like a lot of women I know. I want to share my story with you. But, in order to share my story, I feel I must tell you where and who
I suffer from depression due to serotonin deficiency. I am monitored by my doctor and treated with a prescription med and in full transparency, this pandemic of coronavirus has not been kind to my mental state. Anxiety is not something I struggle with, but I’m sure for those who do
It was a beautiful day and I ended up at the park with our youngest daughter. She ran to the swings and triumphantly jumped onto the empty seat. As she got going, after a push from me, she would pump her legs then stick them straight out, using the muscles
“You stupid, stupid, stupid toe!” I said angrily under my breath as I began to limp to a large rock on the side of the trail where I was running. Sitting down, I quietly cursed my foot, actually my toe, that stupid toe, that I broke three weeks earlier. It’s
I need to apologize to everyone of my beautifully strong and amazing women friends that have their own businesses, blogs, movements, groups, non-profits, churches, conferences, and anything else that helps, heals, and speaks to other women; because I struggle with comparison. I compare my DOING with your DOING. When I
