The Gift that Keeps on Giving

Today is my 37th birthday. To honor this momentous occasion, I decided to give myself a gift.

What kind of gift you ask? A swift kick in the butt, with a side of reality check.

For too long, I’ve been crawling through life unhealthy – both physically and mentally. I woke up today with a renewed spirit. You know the phrase, “Sick and tired of being sick and tired?” That’s where I’m at right now.

I’m committing to myself, that I’m going to take better care of me from the inside out.

My #1 goal is to take care of myself so I can be at the top of my game for, well, life. And I believe simplifying my life is the best way to go. That means I’m cutting back on things that take time away from what I value most – these two:

These two. ♡♡

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I’ll still be hanging out here, and in my usual online spots just not as much. I’ll just be out enjoying life more and writing/posting about it less. I don’t want to miss out on something important because I’m trying to figure out a way to capture it all in 140 characters or less.

My Obsession with the Tiny House Movement

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Have you guys heard of The Tiny House Movement?

“Simply put it is a social movement where people are downsizing the space that they live in. The typical American home is around 2600 square feet, while the typical small or tiny house is around 100-400 square feet. Tiny Houses come in all shapes, sizes and forms but they focus on smaller spaces and simplified living.”  – The Tiny House Life

I am totally obsessed.

Not sure if I could ever live in one, with both the hubs and the kid. But, if it was just me? I’d totally go for it.

There’s just something so minimalist and simplistic about it all.

A simplicity I crave.

With all the crap we collect, how awesome would it be to just chuck almost all of it and live small?

Even if it doesn’t interest you, like it does me, you should totally check it out. It’s so fascinating.

A couple of my favorite sites to visit are RowdyKittens and The Tiny House Family.

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My name is Bree, and I’m a procrastinator.

Say it with me… “Hi, Bree!”

I planned on posting this a while ago, but… you know.

Lol. Seriously, though. I feel like I’ve been a horrible procrastinator when it comes to TheMomwithMoxie.com. There are so many things I have planned for this little ole blog. I just haven’t been motivated to get them done. I really need to get off my duff.

It’s weird, because I’m not like this with any other aspect of my life.

I think I need some inspiration.

What inspires you?

Thoughts on Mental Illness and a Confession

Confession: A few years ago, I was diagnosed with depression. Since my diagnosis, I’ve been on antidepressants, to control it.  When I look back at the time before I sought help, I was probably definitely depressed long before then. I always think about all the mental strife I could’ve avoided, if I’d just talked to my doctor earlier. If I hadn’t been ashamed.

When I see all these news stories about people who suffer with mental illness, doing illegal and/or dangerous things – it makes me wonder if they’d gotten the help they needed, would they still have done what they did? Could lives have been saved?

I truly believe that if we erased the stigma of mental illness, more people would seek professional help.

Black Girls Don’t Cry

Depression is not a Sign of Weakness

According to the National Alliance of Mental Illness (NAMI), only 12 percent of African American women living with depression seek help and/or treatment.

You see, as black women, we’re supposed to be strong. You know, the ones who “keep it together,” when everything, and everyone, is falling apart.

Also, for so long things like depression, bi-polar and schizophrenia were considered “the white woman’s” problem. And, seeking professional help seen as a weakness, or a lack of belief in the “God heals” train of thought. I mean, our ancestors went through slavery, and we’re “whining about being a little sad?” Hell, the diseases themselves aren’t even seen as sicknesses, but weaknesses.

Believe me, I know how hard it is to admit you need help. And, even harder to seek it out.

Don’t even get me started on the prejudices and stigma that surround mental illness – especially in the black community.

From NAMI:

While Caucasian women experience depression more often, African American and Caribbean women experience greater severity and persistence. The National Survey of American Life: a study of racial, ethnic and cultural influences on mental disorders and mental health, provided evidence of communities holding on to long legacies of secrets, lies and shame originating from slavery. Avoiding emotions was a survival technique which has now become a cultural habit. Five reasons a majority of the population withheld information on illness included:

  • might hurt the family
  • might ruin their career
  • people might think they are crazy
  • they cannot afford to appear weak; and
  • shame.

Societal issues also factor into a higher percentage of African American women experiencing depression. Being both female and African American can make a person more vulnerable to negative attitudes and behavior. This gender crisis is important in pinpointing depression among the African American population. To serve others in the community, family and others often leaves these women unable to relax or sleep.

Body image also affects women of color, creating a cascade of events: Others may believe the stereotype portrayed by the media of African Americans as curvaceous and sensual. However, for every curvaceous celebrity there are millions of women who do not match this body profile. For some, food then acts as a comfort, serves as protection and results in overeating and sometimes, eating disorders.

While major depression can be devastating and overwhelming, it is highly treatable. Roughly 80-90 percent of people diagnosed can be effectively treated and return to their usual daily activities and feelings.

Now if we can only convince people to get treated.