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I'm baaaaaack!! (Said in a sing-song mom voice)

It has been YEARS since I last wrote a blog post. I wrote one eight-ish years ago about staying in a hotel with a nine month-old in the middle of nowhere Texas for 20 days. 

Now I have two degrees, a bipolar diagnosis, an 8 year-old and a 7 year-old, reached my 10 year wedding anniversary, own a home in Meridian, Idaho and work full time as a nurse. So much has happened! 

I decided to write again after one of my many depressive episodes and wanted to be seen as the real, raw me, in hopes that it would help at least one person (even if that person was me).

I'll have topics ranging from mental illness/chronic illnesses, to being a wife and a mom, a nurse, and a woman in general. 

I hope someday I'll be brave enough to reach out to others with what they would like me to write about... but not yet. 😉

Welcome to my blog, An Attitude of Gratitude.

Happy reading!

Sam


**Disclaimer- I am NOT a writer. I am a nurse. I do not have an editor; there will be mistakes in my blog posts. And there will be some topics that will be a little edgy, maybe a little controversial, but it's your choice to be offended or not. 😏

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