Y’all deserve high quality writing. You do. But, this is what you’re getting so that I can find some personal time today…and it’s going to be relatively to the point and skip anything more elevated or artsy. Life with a lot of allergies and Mast Cell Activation Syndrome can be complicated to navigate under the
I started watching Therapy In A Nutshell’s Anxiety series for the same reason I decided now was an awesome time to retry CBD and see if I had lost my sensitivity: Bank of America’s Fraud response. I was starting to have panic attacks in the middle of the night, struggling to sleep, and it was
I was 14 when I was finally given a diagnosis for the birth defect on my right foot, and I have had two corrective surgeries on this foot. Many years ago, in my mid 20’s, I had just started seeing a popular, well-respected podiatrist within the healthcare system I worked for. He had started me
To Jenny From the first day you met with us on Zoom you have been a constant source of support and positivity. You heard my challenges, you listened to my feedback, and you stepped in and offered to help with things you didn’t have to, like social stories. You were understanding when Tony was struggling
To Those Taking The Time… To those of you taking even teeny bits of time to chat with me on-line, thank you. Y’all know who you are: Kent, Ewa, Chris…and we all know you don’t have to. I’m going to keep this part very short, but that is not because this is a matter short
I had just fled my parents’ bedroom when I heard the click, and then my mother scream– “He’s got a gun, run!” My mother’s fourth (and current) husband, had flown into a rage, flinging and destroying items (a boombox became the first casualty) because I wouldn’t say I loved him when he asked if I
For nearly a year now, I have been bobbing up and down on the waves of life, trying not to get swamped or washed overboard as I navigated managing my health and maintaining the active role I must play in all of Tony’s therapy programs that transpire outside of our house. These programs are essential
The past several years have felt like life coming at me as I stood, like Amy Lee in the video for Bring Me To Life, on one circumstantial ledge after another, trying to climb up from an effort to solve one problem to a solution for the next. And every time I get to that
I have lived somewhere in this metropolis for 29 of the past 31 years, split into two periods of time. I don’t ever recall a time where the rain poured with such steady thickness for so many hours as it did last Sunday, but I had chosen to ignore to the flash flood warning messages
“Mama!” I heard Hannah call out this fearful exclamation as I slipped down the last four stairs in our house, emotionally crusted over from I can’t even begin to tell you how many sleep deprived middle of the night escapades with Tony. My physical reflexes were often slightly impaired and set to spastic that early
