My Threefold

I have spent years learning how to manage my moods. Tracking sleep.Knowing my triggers.Recognizing the difference between “I’m having a day” and “this requires attention.” And then perimenopause showed up like: “Hey bestie. Mind if I mess with literally all of that?” Because apparently, once you hit a certain age, your hormones decide to freelance. The fun little overlap no one prepared us…

Or: How to survive being emotionally waterboarded by two daughters who refuse to speak to each other but will absolutely speak to everyone else. I coined the term meanagers years ago—because teenagers aren’t just moody. They are emotionally sophisticated, verbally lethal, and fueled by a cocktail of hormones, half-formed empathy, and righteous indignation. Add adulthood-lite to the mix (hello,…

Every January, the internet tells moms to become new people. Wake up earlier.Lose weight.Drink green things.Keep a spotless house.Be more patient.Smile more.Manifest peace. Meanwhile, we’re still cleaning up from December, trying to remember what day it is, and wondering how it’s already January when we never actually sat down. So this year, I’m proposing realistic resolutions.The kind that…

The holidays are supposed to be magical. You know — twinkling lights, joyful music, cozy family moments, matching pajamas, and everyone mentally stable at the same time. 😂 If you live with mental illness, raise kids with big emotions, or exist in a house where chaos is the default setting, let me gently tell you: that version of the holidays is a scam. Welcome to the real holiday survival…

If there’s one thing life with my Threefold has taught me, it’s this: holding it together is less about being put-together and more about creative crisis management.Some days I’m a warrior. Other days I’m one lost shoe away from spontaneous combustion. But somehow… we keep going. This post is for every mom who feels like she’s raising kids, managing mental health, battling burnout, and trying…

This year, I spent three months trapped in a full-blown manic episode with psychotic features — and it changed everything. I lost work I loved. I lost trust. I lost confidence. And honestly, I lost myself. I was hospitalized five times in those three months. Five. Even typing that feels surreal. But the truth is… I scared everyone.And the person I scared the most was me. Before the…

Some families pass down heirlooms or recipes.Mine? We pass down anxiety like it’s a generational craft — lovingly handed down with a side of panic and a pinch of catastrophic thinking. If you’ve ever lived in a household where everyone has their own special flavor of anxiety, then welcome. Pull up a seat. Take a deep breath. Probably two. You’re in good company. Because when the whole house is…

My Threefold Last year at this time, my family of six — plus a one-year-old granddaughter — was crammed into a tiny hotel room. Not a suite. Not an extended-stay with a kitchenette and “resort amenities.” No. A room. One room. Four walls. A bathroom the size of a broom closet. And enough noise to make my eye twitch just thinking about it. It wasn’t glamorous. It wasn’t brave. It wasn’t even…

The tires squealed as I jerked the wheel. The slick pavement of the interstate fought against my instinct. Left…no right. Metal crushed loudly and for a moment, time stood still on that dark, rainy highway. “I don’t want to die.” In the rear view mirror I saw death and it was a spotlight on the fact that I didn’t want to die. Not today. I’m not ready yet. Nevertheless, I’ve heard that voice…

What’s marriage supposed to look like? We all go in to it (if you’ve been married) with high expectations. Did you imagine the white picket fence life? Maybe, you envisioned conquering the world as a team? Did you expect to be happy? I mean, your hopes and dreams, the perfect guy, the family, the whole shebang! What was it? Looking back, was it realistic? Where did we come up with these sitcom…

It’s happening! We are down to the final days. It’s so bittersweet, but it’s a completely welcomed change. We are so ready to move forward. I am hoping that this move will be exactly what we all need as we continue moving forward into the future that we deserve. I’ll admit it’s been an emotional roller coaster. Honestly, at times I still think I’m jumping head first into the future and forcing…

Real talk. On. Period. I’m broaching a taboo subject. It’s something we don’t seem to ever talk about. The dreaded “time of the month.” Even if I talk about the period, PMS or PMDD, most will still get theirs. If not, congratulations, you’ve graduated from this part of life, gave those reproductive organs their final farewell, or you might be expecting! One way or another if you were born with a…

Good Morning! 😘 I am leaning on the My Threefold tribe of mommas to get a little advice on my plan of action! Maybe I can gain some insight from the opinions of you guys! My kids are breaking me! I’m not just broke trying to support my boogie little beauties, I am B-ROKE. I’m attempting to sell the B off from the remainder of the word, kind of b-roke. 🤣🤣 However, I have a plan. I just need some…

There is a song that plays incessantly on the radio. You’ve heard it either via TikTok, your own indulgence in pop music or because your children also control your play list when in the car. If not, then consider an upbeat tune that has a happy and fast pace beat. Once you’ve got that down, listen to the words. “Do you ever get a little bit tired of life? Like you’re not really happy but you…

At my darkest and loneliest times, she is there. In the silence of the night, she is there. When I’m at my weakest, she is there. She is with me when I walk into an uncomfortable situation. After a heartbreak and in my grief, she never leaves me. When I’m on cloud nine, and hopeful she shows up. When I’m anxious and unsure, she is talking to me. When I’m hurt and angry, she supports my feelings.…

The Christmas Comedown, otherwise known as post holiday dysfunction at my home. I wrote about something similar last year and called that post The After Christmas Crash. I must not be alone in this aftermath effect of the hustle and bustle that leaves us feeling a bit like a deflated balloon after a party. Obviously, it is a reoccurring event that now I must find my way through each year. Post…

Shaking Off the Scrooge

It’s Christmas! For some it’s all falalala and a partridge in a pear tree. However, for others it’s anxiety, insecurity, and mood swings that are on full display. You guessed it, I fall on the latter side of the spectrum. Even so, I’m shaking off my scrooge and trying to be all merry and bright. 100% THAT Grinch Let’s be clear, I don’t have the answers. Its honestly a bit hypocritical for me to…