~Epilepsy in Real Life~
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 →
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...
I’m sitting on the precipice of possibility and don’t know which way to go. I’m conflicted...
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.
I guess I learned, we often "expect the unexpected" to happen to us or go through life just dealing with what’s thrown at us. That morning I thought, maybe it’s time my Epilepsy should expect the same.
In Megan's Shoes 