~Epilepsy in Real Life~
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...
Wise words for the coming New Year too... :)
In Megan's Shoes 