Health Update…

It’s been a strange month—to put it lightly.

I’ve been struggling with insomnia since taking Zoloft, an antidepressant used to help treat my anxiety, panic attacks and borderline personality disorder.

I became so tired of not being able to sleep that I asked my doctor about alternate medications.

We decided on a plan to wean off the Zoloft and switch onto another medication that would help both my moods as well as help me rest—but it was a disaster.

I became a nightmare to live with.

I was so angry for no reason, and my husband had to deal with it predominantly.

Furthermore, I gained about ten pounds in the matter of weeks, so I called my doc and let him know the meds switch was a nightmare…

So I’m back on Zoloft for the time being.

While all of this was going on, I ruptured a cyst in the middle of my daughters party.

We had about 20 guests over for a backyard unicorn party (see last post), and I doubled over in pain about 3-4 times.

I kept trying to ignore it, but eventually we cut the party short.

We drove to the urgent care where the doc told me he suspected a ruptured cyst.

He gave me pain meds so I could make it until Monday, when I could see my OBGYN.

She confirmed the cyst rupture and said my body would clear it on its own.

In the meantime, I’m going to look into the right combination of antidepressants and birth control with high hopes that they won’t impact my moods or weight 😅

Happy Days Challenge

Last year was extremely difficult for me.

I was at an all-time low when I realized there was 100 days left in 2019—meaning I had exactly 100 days left in the decade.

I decided to make a deal with myself.

For 100 days, I would post one thing a day that made me happy.

When I started doing this, I realized there already existed a challenge online called #100HappyDays

So everyday, I posted.

Some days, I knew exactly what made me smile.

Other days were more difficult.

Some days, the only “good thing” about the day was that I survived…

But I continued through it.

Slowly but surely, a change began to take place in my brain.

I re-wired my mind to look for the good in everyday—and more than just look for it—I learned to create it.

I made “happiness” a daily goal. I actively worked toward it versus expecting it to show up at my doorstep one day.

And since then, I’ve continued to post one thing that makes me happy every single day.

I urge you to try it.

Falling for Dallas

It’s no secret that Houston & Dallas have a history of sibling rivalry, but I really began to fall in love with the city when I visited this weekend.

There was an actual Autumn in Dallas—with vibrantly-colored leaves—from reds to yellows to greens.

We were in town to celebrate my nephews birthday. He lived with me for a couple months of his life, so I was really excited to celebrate him turning one.

We ended the trip with a visit to Lake Louisville—and also ice cream at Braums.

And luckily, it won’t be long until our next visit. I’m coming for a couples getaway on Thanksgiving, where we have a feast, hiking trip, and Holidays at the Arboretum planned.

Photo Timeline of Me & Naush’s Relationship

Because I’m a Pakistani-Muslim American girl, dating before marriage—and PDA—are taboo. I wasn’t willing to risk the wrath of society, so my husband & I more or less kept our relationship low-key in the beginning. We have very few pictures together pre-engagement.

Once we got engaged, however, we got the photo shoot of our dreams:

The Engagement Day

Engagement Photo Shoot Day. It was at a vintage, jet-setter themed photo shoot with airplanes and cars at a historic airport terminal.

We also go this photo a few days before our wedding:

Here are our photos of the wedding itself:

The Mendhi Day

The Shaadi/Wedding Day

The Honeymoon at Grand Cayman Islands—swimming with stingrays

At this point, we didn’t care how much PDA we showed. We were married!

And since then…

My Sister’s Wedding Day

Our Pregnancy Photo Shoot

And finally, a little family photo shoot with our baby girl…

And yes, we packed it with PDA

(Sorry, Aunties)

WHAT IS THE WORST THING AN ADULT HAS EVER SAID TO YOUR CHILD?

I was told by MULTIPLE grown adults that they would physically hurt my baby girl after I posted this video on social media:

It was a video of my baby pushing me away from my husband when I tried to kiss him, but instead of pushing me, she ends up half-smacking me on the face.

She’s only one years old, and to her, daddy is her whole world. She does not like to share…

It’s adorable, and while her behavior was aggressive, it’s a NORMAL developmental milestone that kids go through.

Here’s some of the comments we received:

Do you think these comments were justified based on the video?

What is the rudest thing a new neighbor has done to you immediately after you moved in?

Some might call what my neighbor did “rude,” while others might say it was downright CREEPY.

I was legit scared.

So I had just purchased a house with my husband.

We hadn’t moved in just yet. The house was in the renovation stage.

We went to go check on the progress, and I left my car parked outside.

I hopped in my husband’s car, and we went out to eat.

When we came back, my neighbor was standing on the grass in my front yard, looking through my window.

Was he trying to watch me!?

My husband was PISSED.

We drove up slowly, and things got really awkward.

We were passive aggressive as we introduced ourselves, and slowly, he backed off of our front yard.

What would you have done?

10.29.20

I was shaking in fear, desperately clicking the buttons to an electronic key that would not work.

Despite my frantic efforts, the car did not start.

I tried to call my husband, but as usual, his phone was on silent.

I dialed my dad next.

“I think there’s something in my house,” I said.

“What do you mean?”

“I keep hearing someone or something moving around my house. It’s making a lot of noise, and I’m home alone…”

The noise was not as isolated incident.

Last night, my daughter woke up in the middle of night and screamed in terror.

Nothing I did worked to console her.

I tried rocking her. I tried feeding her. I tried holding her against me…

Her screams echoed through the house.

Finally, I began to pray ayat-al-kursi loudly, and her entire body went limp.

I had to check to make sure she was still breathing, and after that, I brought her into bed with me.

Lily’s night terror, coupled with this inexplicable presence in my home, unraveled me.

I have suffered from 5 prior paranormal experiences, and I worried this would be the 6th.

I called a friend to pick me up from outside my house, and once my husband was off from work, we returned home together.

Mouse traps and boxes we had left behind had been overturned, but we could find no animal.

Still, my husband thinks it must’ve been some animal—a possum or raccoon—that found its way into our home.

I’m not sure, but I hope that’s all it is.