Twitter is one of the few places where I write about PTSD because I grew weary of people asking me "what war were you in" after openly discussing my PTSD. I even came up with a clever comeback for such instances - "my childhood." But the good news is that I don't care anymore about... Continue Reading →
But since I've been honest about where I'm at and willing to detach from the outcome, I've realized that when people judge or criticize me because of my illness that's on them. What they think of me is not my problem, it's theirs
What is the stuff that makes a hero?
The results - I went RAFTING with my family on 4th of July like a champ!!! I also lost about 15lbs - side bonus! I'm sorry you have Chronic Active Epstein-Barr Virus (CAEBV). I know how fucking horrible it is. I started this acute protocol after a friend of mine took his life after battling... Continue Reading →
https://youtu.be/iubyQfptlTg To be clear, I push through when I have no other choice and I've made giving up on my dreams no longer a choice. I've wasted a lot of my energy pushing through to please others. I've shown up because of guilt or simply not wanting to admit to myself how sick I really... Continue Reading →
Me & my little man on our only summer vacation before my flare-up hit. I'm having an Epstein-Barr flare-up and I cancelled a cub scouts camping trip my son, husband and I had scheduled for last weekend. I was absolutley devastated. I parked my tiny SUV, Frankie - my amazing all-wheel drive Nissan Juke purchased... Continue Reading →
https://youtu.be/7jDN1nUx1ZM We with chronic illness are badass warriors. I thought I was done. I thought I was free. I thought a new chapter had begun. I even made a (now) embarrassing YouTube video about how I "beat Epstein-Barr in 12 weeks." I'm an optimist with bipolar disorder, can you blame me? BUT I always want... Continue Reading →
Most people don't know the Phoenix lights her own funeral pyre. Because death and fire aren't negatives for her. Fire cleanses her so she can be reborn. She does this over and over again in her lifetime.
A day in the life. I blogged through most of my 4 years of postpartum depression. I call it postpartum depression, but really it was prenatal depression, childbirth trauma and postpartum mania, OCD and depression, but that's way too long to write every single time. Back to the blog. I locked it down years ago,... Continue Reading →
