Faith, Hope, Courage

Between managing my two blogs and serving (see my tweets @SaraMahlet) I am taking time to rest not only physically but emotionally. I share various posts so I can give others a chance in the spotlight. I want to encourage people that things do improve and not give up trying.

Several people let me know that they read my Facebook posts and even my blogs. Many didn’t realize I had a lot to say through the written word. I want to emphasize subjects that need to be recognized globally. Give awareness to those linked with mental illness and other situations. It is not a taboo but a reality. Depression, anxiety, and body image to name a few. I get emotional about people who are snubbed for their personal beliefs or preferences. When I say blessings, it is for everyone Muslim, Christian, Hindu, Judaism, and Buddhists to name a few. I mean EVERYONE!

Since being in Ethiopia I have seen things that make me think twice about society. In my imagination, I see Iron Man, Captain America, Batman, Wonder Woman visiting these children and showing the world cares for the forgotten. What about Messi and his football chums these children would just feel awe seeing their heroes in person. Here is a leap of faith… The Rock, John Cena, and the WWE would get a royal welcome from their fans here.

Yes, this is the princess asking the world to remember these people risking their lives daily to change their own lives and their families. I could have been them if I didn’t have the opportunities I was given.


I was a struggling mother turned blogger.

I  was in the early stages of being stay at home mom and military spouse.  I couldn’t go to mommy and me programs/meetings because I couldn’t drive.  Too scared and ashamed I took to the net searching for others.  Hoping to find some support during this time of life.

I tried Blogger and got locked out of Tumblr. So to WordPress I came with my hopes and dreams.  I wanted to find a community that didn’t judge me for being different. 

I couldn’t breast feed because the stress just couldn’t keep up.  I was ashamed that I looked at the breast pump and couldn’t get it.  Shouldn’t there be some support group for this?  I dealt with the shame of going to the hospital nurse for advice to feed my own baby.  I tried the teas to help me relax and make milk.  I even watched things to just relax.

At one point I was visiting my family and broke down crying because I felt like a bad mom.  My my mom soothed my worries by telling me I wasn’t the only person to go through this.  She advised me to to continue the breast milk and formula combination and do my best.  That was exactly what I did.

Outside of a few close people I didn’t share the ups and downs of motherhood.  Thinking I was the only one I decided to journal as much as I could remember so I could share with others hoping to find a someone that could get me.