The most challenging 12 months of my life began in the summer of 2024, the final year at our duty station in Yuma, Arizona. I was newly pregnant after a traumatic loss just a few months before, leaving me anxious and sick. My full-time, high-intensity job didn’t make things any easier. When I wasn’t at work, my 3-year-old, the chaotic joy that he is, demanded all my attention and what little energy I had.
The Introvert Military Spouse’s Guide to Avoiding Burnout
I attended kindergarten with the same people I graduated with. I went to college in the same city. I rarely (if ever) had to get out of my social comfort zone to …
