Hi, I’m Molly.
HR by day. Dog mom, wife, mother, over-thinker, survivor, and realist with a side of sarcasm.
This blog started because—if I’m being honest—my body is bullshit.
It’s been through single momdom, cancer, sepsis, seven surgeries (so far), chronic pain, grief, loss, hormonal hell, and some truly bizarre side effects. And still, somehow, people ask me why I’m tired.
Writing this has become my therapy. It started as journaling. I was inspired by Suleika Jaquad.
I’m not great at opening up in real life. I don’t like to worry people, and I’ve spent years pretending I’m fine when I’m very much not. I say some things out loud, but not everything. Here? I’m saying everything. Or at least trying.
It’s not all doom and gloom, though. I’ve lived a wild, messy, beautiful life. I’ve partied hard, loved deeply, cried in hospital beds, and belly-laughed with my favorite people. I have a husband who’s somehow both my rock and my soft place to land, a brilliant daughter I raised mostly on my own, and a house full of dog hair and love.
I’m not a reluctant optimist. I’m just… a tired one.
But I still believe in good days. I still show up.
This blog is where I put it all—funny, painful, awkward, hopeful, and true.
So if you’ve ever felt invisible in your own pain, or just needed to know someone else out there gets it—welcome. You’re not alone.
And I probably have snacks
This Body is Bullshit 