So, who is this piglet? My name is Annie, and I make a point to talk about what’s going on inside my head. After years of avoiding everything, I learned the hard way that you have to face your inner demons if you want to make it out alive.
random tid bits
pizza & coffee fuel my life. i love my ’97 jeep cherokee. i’m gluten free (not by choice). i suffer from anxiety & depression. my husband and i eloped on top of a mountain in the blue ridge parkway. i work in print marketing production and love it! i’m going gray. sunflowers & lavender are my favorite flowers. i love finding a good deal. i don’t like capital letters. i’d move to ireland in a heartbeat.
You’re probably wondering what the deal is with all this piglet business, and we have my husband to thank for that! It all started when he confused little messes around the house as mine (but they were his!). He insisted I was a “messy little piglet” and I put up quite a fuss about the name. But then one day, in a feverish state of hunger, I went to pull out a container of mac&cheese from the microwave and spilled it all over the stovetop. He heard the commotion and came walking into the kitchen as I was shoveling the mac&cheese in my mouth. I made the defining declaration: “I AM A PIGLET!” Not my finest moment, ha!
Needless to say, it stuck. And somehow I’ve become a bit of a crazy pig lady.
But I like it 🙂
I’m not a mental health professional. I bring only my own experience and the things I’ve learned along the way to the table. Life is tricky, but if we’re willing to learn as much as we can about how our brains and emotions work, we can eventually live alongside our mental illness, instead of in fear of it.
“they always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself.”