The real hopeless victims of mental illness are to be found among those who appear to be most normal. Many of them are normal because they are so well-adjusted to our mode of existence, because their human voice has been silenced so early in their lives, that they do not even struggle or suffer or develop symptoms as the neurotic does. They are normal not in what may be called the absolute sense of the word; they are normal only in relation to a profoundly abnormal society. Their perfect adjustment to that abnormal society is a measure of their mental sickness. These millions of abnormally normal people, living without fuss in a society to which, if they were fully human beings, they ought not to be adjusted. – Aldous Huxley
January 6th 2018 was my 30th birthday.
About a week before, I found out that my ginger had knocked me up.
Holy shit – I’m jumping into my 30’s and motherhood all in the same year. I think it’s safe to say I’m an adult now.
Even though they’ve been trying to make me believe I’ve been one for the last decade or so…
In all seriousness though – This is the most exciting, scary and life changing thing that’s ever happened to either one of us. This is the start of something big. A little sooner than I’d every imagined, though… Did I ever really imagine it happening for real?
It’s not that we’re not ready – It’s just that we weren’t… expecting to be expecting any time soon. It was always future talk – Like, “Kids? One day!”
Though I shouldn’t be TOO surprised considering we’d decided to play a game of Russian Roulette: baby making edition. Read More