Emily Ishbia

Baggage....We all have it.  Not everyone knows it but we all carry around our past in a small little bag of unlit fireworks in our head.  Or at least that is how it feels to me. If someone or something around us causes it to ignite everybody better watch out.  For me, you all know by now if you read my other blogs, its fear.  Things that scare me set off my anxiety like a firecracker soaring into the air sparks spitting out in all directions.  Logic loses, I lose, everyone ar

Today is a reminder of just how far I have come. Oh, the places I have been and had near mental breakdowns. Let me set the scene for you. I was in peak post partum anxiety at the time. A few years back. My husband came home from an outing with the kids on a Saturday. I greeted them happily as they ran in through the house door. Then I asked where they went to play and that is when it happened. My husband said those horrific words to me. (Imagine the sound of thunder

Alright....so here it is. I've been asked by quite a few people at this point about my skin. I'm 37 and a mom of three (which most readers know by now.) I like most of you am completely baffled by JLo and Beyonce to name a few of the most popular age defying celebrities. I don't get why they feel its a secret whatever they do to their skin. Sure they might share lotions they use with the public but NOT THE FULL TRUTH. So unlike popular belief that if you do something yo

I definitely was in no way having postpartum depression.  I was sure of it....At least I thought I was.  Depression means feeling sad and down.  I was the exact polar opposite.  I was hyper alert and completely terrified something would happen to my child if I was not careful enough.  Not down at all, completely on the tip of my toes.  Unable to sleep at night aware, alert, and ready to sprint to my child if needed. So it came as a shock when I was sitting in a new mom's meet

How do I cope...... Let me start here first. After each one of these things happened I found out by someone posting a photo on facebook since I don't watch or read the news. Each time it grabbed my attention and each time it grabbed me by my heart and destroyed my hopes and dreams. It felt like a rifle shot into my stomach. Drowning in sorrow and disbelief. How on earth could someone or some group be so awful to other human beings. Why? Why? Why? Is always the knee jer

You have 3 choices every single day in every single minute. 1. You can sit on the sidelines of your life. You can complain and be part of the problem. You can grow all the negativity about what is wrong in this world. Just a thought....It's easy to be another voice in the crowd complaining. 2. You can focus on what is good in this world and think positive thoughts. Share positive thoughts. Focus on what is right and keep your eyes on the prize of living a happy fullfil

A blunt perspective on how to treat people

What is a "soul?" That word made no sense to me for the first 22 years of my life. What changed and why? Read more to find out.

dealing with anxiety created from watching the news

After 37 years of living, here is the thing I have learned about LIFE... If you live in the past, you are going to be depressed. If you live in the future, you are going to be anxious. It is all about today, right now, this very second because tomorrow is not a promise. Trust me, crazy things can sneak up out of nowhere and sideline you for the rest of your life. That C. diff kicked me off the playing field of living my life for 11 months straight. Not to mention, having an a