“Man, you look sexy! Hop in hot stuff!” (My husband picking me up) “That’s a cool hat Mom.” (My son after careful examination) “We’ll do the lip and sides of the fire pit tomorrow.” (The landscaper looking away awkwardly. Poor guy lol) And my neighbors slooooooooowly driving by checking out the show when my husband dropped me off at home. All first, varied reactions to my EEG get-up. I must admit I look pretty funny and I’d never guess what these wires and weird netting are for if I wasn’t in this situation. I feel grateful today though.
When the Superficial Isn’t: Meds & Hair
Hair- begins to represent less and less of you and more and more of your “invisible illness.” That was literally my first thought as I did my hair for the first time since I hacked off 6 inches… I mean, I’ve had long hair all my life- down to the middle of my back... Continue Reading →
Capturing Cloud 9
Ridiculous, I know, but since forever, I've always wanted to jump out of a plane with a jar in one hand and the lid in the other over a pile of fluffy, brilliantly white clouds. And ultimately I'd turn the jar face down and catch a piece of that cotton candy sky, seal it tight and then I would never have to be fully back "down to earth" with it by my side...
Quality of Life: What Have I Earned?
I’m sitting on the precipice of possibility and don’t know which way to go. I’m conflicted...
A Letter to My Husband: When We Aren’t Sick Anymore
Yep, I know. I know he is. He always is. My sanity, my “life coach” on days I can’t see straight for being so depressed, my normalcy, my savior along this journey... And so this post is a letter to him. To all the unsung heroes and caretakers that bear the brunt of a disorder/disease they “acquired” by association and through……….… love.