Life Is Messy

Why write about mental health?

Oh, I don’t know, I’m sure everyone in this country is feeling great.

Until they open IG or any news outlet for 5 min. to find a long list of horrific things, ranging from war to rape to the death of a child in another detention center in the United States.

It’s sick.

Anyone who was already struggling with their mental health, any survivors of sexual abuse, any mothers and parents seeing what’s happening to innocent babies, any empaths feeling the swirling madness and unrest, any people living on the edge of their paychecks before the gas prices shot up, are possibly struggling with their mental health.

In honor of my mental health, I’m not going to force myself to do more than I am mentally capable of.

If you’ve been reading these posts, you know I was planning on launching my book, Mom Life Magic, on Wednesdays here on Substack.

My son is 6 now, so I’ve been writing and editing this book for six years.

I’m done with it.

It’s not perfect, but I don’t have the energy for it anymore.

I’m already writing the next two books.

A memoir.

Maybe a romance.

Maybe a mystery romance.

Is that a genre?

I don’t care.

I never have.

I am not impressed by genres and formulas.

I get it, people like to know what they are getting themselves into.

They like the slow build-up to the climax and then the resolution.

I dislike it and always have.

Life is messy.

Life is more circular than linear.

I want my books to show the ups and downs.

I want readers to feel a bit unhinged and to not know what’s coming next.

All of this to say, I am not going to be posting my book, Mom Life Be Like… this month.

I will be writing short posts about mental health.

All my love!