A new Instagram epilepsy friend recently tagged me in one of her posts and looking at these pictures, now I'm sitting here – in the parking lot of my son's karate class – with tears in my eyes... Yes, they are tears of sadness as I know the journey she's been on as a wife,... Continue Reading →
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 →
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.
And our phone conversation perfectly encapsulated the isolation of my pregnancy, the sheer loneliness of these past 6 months. Portions of the last 4 years really. Geez that “looks” long when you see it on paper but living it is even longer, and being forgotten while living is even more painful...