Mental Illness and Emotional Stamina

When you have a chronic illness you learn to recognize the ends of yourself. Unfortunately, the ends of yourself approach more rapidly than they do for people without illness. The brick wall called fatigue meets you smack in the face and knocks you over just when it...

It Could Always Be Worse

  I keep hearing this: Things could be worse.  You could be blind, you could lose your legs, you could always be worse. However rationally accurate this argument can be, it isn’t healthy or fair. Maybe, if I were Jesus, I’d feel differently because I...

Is It Me?

Sitting at a picnic table out side at my community college’s Woodbridge campus I heard the most difficult piece of advice I ever fully accepted. Little did I know that it was coming from a recovering alcoholic and even now I couldn’t have guessed how this...
Me and My #Selfie

Me and My #Selfie

I am like everyone in that I want to look polished, chic, slender, and the rest of the laundry list. My list of insecurities ranks as one of the lengthiest of its kind since middle school. I don’t feel ugly, most of the time, but I do feel way less than what...

Off the Wagon

Not blogging was weird. I did write a blog, but it deleted itself somehow. I should say that going a week without posting a blog was weird. There has been a deluge of poor things happening in my life.  I wish that I could explain and be one of those people who writes...