therapy – Annie

byanniemd007
May 18,23
before and after, childhood trauma, Empty Nest, Girl Power, Grief, Married Life, Middle Age Woman, Middle Aged Women, Mommy Makeover, Nurse, Plastic Surgeons, Plastic Surgery Revision, Self-love, Social Media, tummy tuck scar, Writer

Kaleidoscope

POV: This is what an #emptynester #nightshiftnurse #californiagirl does when she gets called off due to low census after unsuccessfully trying to sleep all day. Rolled straight out of bed into my controversial string bikini, drank a protein drink, ate some burnt roasted Brussels sprouts and half of my bean…

byanniemd007
May 07,23
Anti-Obesity Medication, before and after, childhood trauma, Empty Nest, Girl Power, Grief, Middle Age Woman, Mommy Makeover, Motherhood, Obesity, Obesity Medication, Self-love, Social Media, Treatment of Obesity, Writer

Fly Girl

I’m all in my feels today. Let me count the ways: 1. I went back to work and I worked three in a row with some of my closest friends. They made it easy on me cuz they are all the strongest of nurses. It’s easy to be in charge…

byanniemd007
Mar 30,23
before and after, Middle Age Woman, Mommy Makeover, Mommy Makeover Must-Haves, Obesity, Plastic Surgeons, Self-love

GRWM: Plastic Surgery Revision Edition

Today is my only day to get this nest ready for me to be back in surgical recovery mode. Lots to do cuz I don’t live my life in the house is always clean zone. I choose that, I know. Did the shopping yesterday, I’m stocked with: jello, apple sauce,…

byanniemd007
Feb 24,23
50th Birthday, childhood trauma, Empty Nest, Girl Power, Love, Middle Age Woman, Middle Aged Women, Mommy Makeover, Motherhood, Plastic Surgeons, Self-love, Social Media, Tattoo Therapy, Tattoo Tour

50th Birthday Tattoo Tour

I have been staring at an empty spot on my wrist, trying to decide what to put in that small space, for like two years. It’s surrounded by the leaves of one of my peonies, a Delft Blue tempest in a teacup for my mama, and my Covid syringe. I…

byanniemd007
Feb 07,23
before and after, Girl Power, Middle Aged Women, Mommy Makeover, Mounjaro, Obesity Medication, Self-love, Social Media, Writer

Perfectly Imperfect.

How dare I show my imperfect body on the internet. Does my cellulite make you uncomfortable? Does my body disgust you to the point that you must say something? As if I have never heard the slurs? It’s just the facts, right? It’s just your opinion. It’s not hurtful. I’m…

byanniemd007
Jan 13,23
childhood trauma, Dreams, Grief, Loss, Love, Poetry, Psychic

Cut. Cut. Cut. 🖤

I write poems when I sleep. I woke up to words flowing in my dream, but I didn’t write them down in time. They flew away on gossamer wings and then they fell from the sky in cement shoes. Is it worth getting out of bed for this? My grandpa…

byanniemd007
Dec 22,22
Babies, childhood trauma, Christmas, Domestic Violence, Empty Nest, Girl Power, Grief, Love, Middle Aged Women, Motherhood, Plus Size Plastic Surgery

Fragile. But not. 🖤

When we lived with Doc, we were artsy. We went to see movies at Tower Theatre. Movies that I think are cool now, but not the ones I wanted to see then. We saw El Norte, The Gods Must Be Crazy, Out of Africa, Raising Arizona, The Legend of Greystoke,…

byanniemd007
Nov 14,22
Coming of Age, Grief, Love, Middle Aged Women, Motherhood, neglect, PTSD

Doorbell Ditch 🖤

So I haven’t felt like writing lately. I’ve been stuck in my head with thoughts that hide, even from myself. Unidentified tears sting but don’t fall, because if I admit why they are there or where they belong, it’s too much. Overwhelming. Sometimes, it’s all too much. And as you…

byanniemd007
Oct 04,22
abandonment, childhood trauma, Middle Aged Women, Motherhood, neglect, Road Trip

Burning Bridge 🖤

I’m stuck. I have been avoiding writing. This part has deep feelings, as they all do, but it’s not just nostalgia. It’s a story of bravery, growth, trust, and survival. For all of us. And deep blue pain, a shade different from the rest. We are at the point of…

byanniemd007
Sep 06,22
Middle Aged Women, Motherhood, neglect, Rafting

Riding the Rapids 🖤

My friend, Jen, gave me an icy cold Squirt in a can, yesterday. I haven’t had a Squirt in years. Like I can’t remember when. It was so good, especially in this 111 degree heat. Squirt reminds me of my childhood, which I seem to have been avoiding. My dad…