A Negative Side to Positive Thinking?

A few years ago I hit the emotional equivalent of rock bottom. On the outside I looked like a cross between a Maybelline ad and a catchy sitcom. Kinda cute, mid 30’s, fit, three kids, devoted-ish husband and the two story home on the cul-de-sac. Because this is a blog post and not a ten book series I’ll spare you the details, but the story includes a failed business, a dipping self-worth, an uncertain relationship with my spouse, a questioning of my faith, a widening gap between myself and my confidence as a mother and the general feeling that everything was sinking and no one was noticing my frantically waving hands or my smoke signal…

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