~Epilepsy in Real Life~
but I always appreciate my husband’s feedback and observations of my behavior as we adjust meds and levels. I can easily tell when one increases hair loss on the head and growth on the chin (ugh lol), but he notices the behavior...
I love this wine, the taste and the symbolism. Every time I open the bottle, I stare at that label and think- how ironic. “The Prisoner.” He appears to be in some sort of jacket, bound in chains and shackles that tighten with the twist of the knob around his ankles. So specific, I wonder what the winemaker thought, experienced, endured while harvesting the grapes and waiting to see what they’d yield...
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 →
In Megan's Shoes 