Guest Blog

“Sometimes blessings come in ugly wrapping paper.”
—Robbie Norton

This quote pretty much sums up how I feel right now. COVID-19 is some of the ugliest wrapping paper I have ever laid my eyes on.

Editor’s note: This blog is reprinted with permission from eat Farm Love.

For the past few months, I have been feeling overwhelmed. Maybe you would say unbalanced.

If you were to look the word “happy” up in the dictionary, you would find a few different definitions. They include:

If you follow along with any of my social media profiles, or you have read my past HERd management columns, you might know 2019 was a difficult year for me. I have been battling mild anxiety and depression while managing our farm with my husband.

“My husband came in at lunch and told me the statistics on farmer suicide. He told me how hopeless he felt. I was scared to let him go back to the field.”

“I am always so angry. I yell at the kids and throw things in the milkhouse. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“He asked for help. The nurses laughed at him. He cried and asked if I thought he was crazy.”

Last year, a U.S. National Public Radio broadcast inspired me to write about women’s leadership roles and what I consider the virtues of being an unsafe woman.