Oye to the World! Taluli and Mama Chronicles

It's been a year and 3 months post partum, I felt I skipped the post partum blues because I went hyper social just not to get caught in the emotional chaos that they are talking about, Saved my baby from the bad vibes as he is now a light to everybody's darkness, his smile is a beauty and his sweetness divine. But lately, it has been taking a toll on my body. I am 100 pounds overweight and feeling the effects of any person who have undergone any surgery and all that drugs that came along with it, weakness, inability to focus, tingling sensation from the waist below specially in the right leg that started while I was 3 months pregs with the talulibugger . I seriously substituted feelings with either food or alcohol to drown out all the feelings that will affect my son. I think I have been doing this all my life and now the excuse is my son. Deep stuff. Shit. Anyway. I am going to have my break through on this one,

There are just some nice, good, things that happen in somebody's life. Sometimes they are too good and nice that we tend to make a big deal out of it because we see ourselves too small, walking in stiff steps we fumble, stumble and fall. Because it was too huge to handle, we crush ourselves in the process. Thats when you have to have people who care enough to grab you by the horns and bring you back up, no matter what. People around you who believe that you are more than you think you are they are violently grabbing you out of the quagmire you stumbled yourself with. In this crazy world where friends come and go, I count myself lucky because I am sorrounded by people who love me. As unbelievable as it is, I was so loved. Perfect love that drives away fear, melts the hardest heart of men. I can say I had a very hard heart, the hardest heart that I have ever known at least. A heart that abhored vulnerable moments, who smoked and drank away that squeezy feeling everytime it came, quit...