Ashleigh Corriveau
Bio
24. Momma.
I like to clean my house and write about what's in my head.
Stories (2/0)
I Just Can't, Today.
I don’t care who you are or where you’re from or what you do for a living or how many friends you have…we all have these days. They are real and we all have them. If you want to pretend like you don’t, then that’s fine, but I definitely don’t believe you. These are “the bad days.” Or, at least, that’s what I call mine. If my fiancé asks me what’s wrong and I respond with “just a bad day,” he knows exactly what I mean and exactly how I’m feeling.
By Ashleigh Corriveau6 years ago in Longevity
Me First, Momma After
This is pretty self-explanatory and something I’ve struggled with since my first child was born. I brought my daughter into this world when I was 21 years old. I was young, I was in a failing relationship, and I honestly had no idea who I was. I hadn’t yet begun to discover the things that made up my character, and I was still emotionally struggling from demons that I couldn’t leave in the past. My priorities were work, how much beer I had in my fridge, and what my plans were for the coming weekend. The second the doctors laied my daughter on my chest, everything for me changed. All of my priorities shifted and everything that I had ever cared about emptied itself from my mind. She became all that I knew and literally my only concern. I didn’t know it yet, but that was mother's instinct and I completely consumed myself in it. My daughter is almost three years old, and I didn’t start to discover that I was doing this all wrong until just this past year.
By Ashleigh Corriveau6 years ago in Families