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Misty

Misty
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Misty and her husband of 7 years live in Gonzales, LA with their 2 energetic and amazing children, Jax-7 and Elliot-4. She is native to Alexandria, LA and moved to the Baton Rouge area in 2005, where she now works for a large electrical contracting group. Her son Jax was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis at 8 days old and Misty has made it her mission to fund raise and educate as many people as she can about CF. Misty and her family love to find local (and non-local) adventures on the weekends and playing board games together. She is an avid reader, make-up buyer, and coffee-drinker. She can be found on the sofa binge watching The Office on Netflix and on Instagram at @MISTYROUSSA.

The Man-Child

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My husband might be many things … the breadwinner, the backbone, the one who leaves the seat up, the one who never has a clean car, the best listener. I can assure you, though,...

Days With My Dad

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42 days. That’s how long we had with my dad after his diagnosis. 42 days to cram in every word we wanted him to hear and everything we wanted him to know. My dad was a...

365 Days of Reflection

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365 Days of Reflection “Are you back in your house?” I must get asked that at least once a day. It’s a common question in this area to ask and to be asked. “How much water...

Medicating Myself

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  I wasn’t always on edge. There was a point in my life where I was as carefree as one could be. The future never concerned me. Worry wasn’t such an obstacle. It wasn’t until...

Feeling Rejected (And Why It Shouldn’t Bother You)

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  We all want to be liked. That’s just human nature. That goes back to preschool years when we wanted to get picked during Red Rover and wanted to be invited to sleepovers. Everyone wants...

To My Child With ADHD

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My Darling,  I know you try. I see your frustration when you are trying and can’t get it right. I know your grades aren’t a perfect reflection of how smart you are. You are so...

The Lies We Tell Ourselves

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Comparisons are a thief of joy. No one knows what is going on in the perfectly designed homes we see on Instagram or what the husband who tags his wife in various romantic articles on...

Loving Someone With Anxiety

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I have had anxiety for as long as I can remember. Tingling fingertips and the feeling of impending doom are as familiar to me as driving a car and eating food. Through the years...

I am a Hypochondriac

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I remember the first time I "had cancer." It was 3 months after the birth of my daughter in 2011. I didn't know anything about ovarian cancer other than women died from it, but...

Finding Purpose

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This blog post is the first installment of a collaborative 5-part series entitled The Mother Within.  "What is my purpose?" I must ask myself this countless times a day. I know I must be good at something....

Being Raised By A Mentally Ill Mother

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  My childhood was less than desirable. The older I get, the more I realize that. At the time, nothing felt out of place. I don’t think I knew any better. No one was there...

I Am Not Who I Used to Be

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I am not who I used to be. I use words like “potty” and “tummy.” I am more gentle when speaking and will talk to any child I come into contact with. I am not...