So it seems that my mental health is a lot like a house of cards. Flimsy card houses do not fare particularly well in a breeze.

The wind is gusting this week.

People often comment on how strong I am (mentally and physically…don’t let my ice cream bod fool you…I could bench-press a lot of those toothpick-shaped women), and that they don’t know how I manage the stresses that we have been dealing with, particularly over the past year. And I agree.

I am strong.

But lately I am starting to feel like a sturdy old tree, that has one too many woodpecker (giggle) holes in it. Each stressor is a separate beak pecking away at me until I look like this:


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Tara is gainfully employed by the toughest 3 female bosses she has ever had (well except for that one accounting manager who hated her). The pay sucks, but the cuddles are awesome. She drinks a lot of coffee, uses humour as a defense mechanism, and lives in fear of what lurks in her backyard. Keep Tara company on her unfortunately-named blog Don’t Lick the Deck, where she talks about her husband Nerdguy; her 10 year old and twin 8 year old girls; parenting autism and ADHD; and her inability to shop without creating disaster. She is regular contributor to who have not yet filed a restraining order.

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