Hope. When I have nothing left in me, when I have no more spoons and no more energy and no more tears to cry, I have hope.
Having a mental illness or a chronic illness changes a lot about life. It affects our lives in so many ways. Too often the people in our lives don’t know how to take care of us. When someone you know... Continue Reading →
As you may be able to tell from my lack of writing lately and some of my posts, things have been hard. This is an article I wrote a few months ago, when things were going well. My boyfriend suggested I... Continue Reading →
I wrote this post a while ago. I think it's worth a repost, especially with everything that's happened lately. Trying to find my perspective right now, and reading this again helped me. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- For a long time after my diagnoses,... Continue Reading →
“There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.”-- Washington Irving... Continue Reading →
A chronically ill patient can always tell how well they are doing by when their next follow-up is. As recently as December of last year, I was granted — hold on to your hats — a three-month follow-up. And... Continue Reading →
Let me explain something very clearly: The chronically and mentally ill do not choose to live this way.
Sometimes life is hard. Actually a lot of the time life is hard. We expect life to be fair, for us all to be given the tools and the means to succeed and even exceed expectations. But then life... Continue Reading →