Some people can pinpoint the exact moment when their life veered to the left of normal. For me, this was that moment.
I had big aspirations for my future when I was a kid. I wanted to be a Chinese waitress, a French news anchor with red lipstick, and a bank teller.
But then my mom kindly pointed out to me that I was not:
- Not Chinese
- Je ne parle pas Francais
- I suck at math
So I became a pediatric ER nurse instead.
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I cannot diagnose you.
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One day, I met this guy named Shawn. He had big feet so I said, “I do” on September 20th, 2003.
Shawn is the cracker to my cheese and one hell of a spider killer.
We adopted a dog that we named Champ. His likes are linoleum floors, plaster walls, dirty underwear, and socks.
Unlike our houseplants, we were successful in keeping him alive and God gave us the green light to make humans.
In 2008, our son, “Chunky Monkey”, was born. He was orange, rocked a giant cone head, and absolutely perfect.
Even though he was just a little soul with big poops, he would be the one to save me from postpartum depression and anxiety.
He’s eight now and is pure awesome.
In 2011, I was diagnosed with bipolar 2 disorder.
Together, my boys have guided me through the most darkest times of my life and held onto my hope when I lost it.
Their love saves me every single day.
My name is Kimberly.
I am a Canadian unfiltered bag of nuts with an obsession for Chuck Norris.
And this is my blog.
Welcome to the chaos.
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