I love crafting and cooking, doing all of that.

I want to be a cool mom.

I am bundle of nerves riddled with irrational fears.

I want to be a loving mom.

I make lots of casseroles that have protein, veggies, carbs and good fats all together.

With friends, if you keep making an effort to reach out and you keep getting hurt, you eventually stop trying. But it's much harder to give up on family. Somewhere deep down you want it to work so badly that you keep making the same mistake over and over again.

Everybody knows there is no such thing as normal. There is no black-and-white definition of normal. Normal is subjective. There's only a messy, inconsistent, silly, hopeful version of how we feel most at home in our lives.