Guess Who's Back (and still a bit of a mess)?

Well, well, well. Look who crawled back onto the internet. It’s been a hot minute since I blogged. The last time I had a platform, I was sharing Abby’s story, raising awareness about Rett Syndrome, advocating, connecting, crying, and honestly—sometimes laughing when it wasn’t “appropriate.” Then, some perverted troll overseas took Abby’s photos and posted them on a disgusting site, and just like that, I shut it all down. That was 2014. I never fully got over it. And for a long time, I thought maybe I never would. But here I am. Older. Probably crankier. Definitely less filtered. And finally ready to write again—not just about Abby, but about me. About being a caregiver, a mom, a woman, a mess, a warrior, and everything in between. This blog isn’t polished. It’s not curated. It’s not full of “Top 10 Self-Care Tips” and sunshine. It’s raw. It’s real. It’s unplugged. Whackamama Unplugged is the space I wish I had when things got heavy. It’s where I’ll tell the truth. The funny truth, the painful truth, the exhausted truth, the “what the hell just happened” truth. Because caregiving isn’t cute. Grief isn’t linear. And life? Life is chaos with a side of dark humor and a gallon of coffee. So if you’re still here—if you’ve followed me before or you’re new—thank you. I hope this space feels like a deep exhale and a stiff drink. I hope you feel seen here. And I hope you laugh, even when the tears are right behind it. Let’s do this. – Terri, aka Whackamama ⸻