This past Christmas, my children bought me a beautiful tote bag. I have loved it for almost 2 years, and when I finally got it, I was reluctant to put anything inside.  

It doesn't take long to muddy up the inside while still presenting polished on the outside. I lived in that space for many years with anxiety and fear. Pretending that to be something that I wasn't while carrying around what felt like the world's burdens.

Have you ever felt that way? Like a stunning handbag? The kind that looks put together, classy, and complete.

But if you opened it up... it would expose a much different story.

Old things weigh it down, carrying everything, but what you really need; peace.

The truth is, a lot of us walk around like that.

We present well. We smile. We post. We say, "I'm fine." But inside? We're carrying the heavy stuff no one sees:

• Fear that paralyzes our progress
• Overwhelm from trying to do it all
• Grief that hasn't had space to breathe
• Rejection that still stings
• Hurt we'...

The caption marriage saver seems dramatic. However, you haven't lived with me lately🙃

From what appeared out of nowhere, my husband decided to start snoring. At 54, this has become alarming, and I keep waking up each morning, shaking my head and asking, why now??

To clairfy, when I say waking up each morning, I mean I never fell asleep. The disruptive, loud noise that sounds like someone's firing up a chainsaw 2 inches from my head goes on...all.night.long.😳

So, finding a solution so I don't suffocate my husband with a pillow at night, is lifesaving for him anyway.  

I'm not sure if this is the male version of menopause or what, but I knew he was starting to fear for his life when he would get out of bed after his alarm went off and said, you look mean this morning. Did I snore last night?

In my husband's defense, he has tried everything, from Breathe Right strips to custom mouthguards to help eliminate this problem, but nothing worked until a last-ditch attempt from Amazon called...