For generations conversations have been avoided. If it can make someone uncomfortable it was not discussed. Topics such as: sex, aids, stds, rape, suicide, even money in some families were taboo. But these things are happening all around us. After brining up the television series, 13 Reasons Why with someone who played a large part in raising… Continue reading Let’s talk
So Maybe... if I was told that consent was mandatory... I would have known it wasn't my fault. if uncomfortable conversations had taken place... I would have tried to tell you again when you didn't listen to me or what I was telling you through my tears the first time... if I hadn't been a… Continue reading So maybe…
If I had known I would get sick; that I would lose so much sensation, muscle control and certain abilities, such as: be unable to run, jump or stand on my tippy toes - what would that knowledge have changed? Would I have stressed and agonized about the impending loss? probably Would I have relished and… Continue reading Would I have done things differently?
Lately, believe it or not, I have been feeling "normal". Whatever that means...right? I guess I have been feeling like the old me (mostly), the pre-transverse myelitis me. I have been existing and pushing myself and going going going. My body decided that I needed a nudge to cool my jets. Now, by nudge I… Continue reading Unwelcomed Reminder
I decided to take quite a few weeks off from blogging during the holiday season. It was one thing that I could take off my To Do List guilt free even though it is one of the few things I do for myself. I did miss writing and getting my thoughts 'down on paper' per… Continue reading It’s been a while…(long read)
Transverse Myelitis is an experience that I would not wish on anyone I have truly learned so much in the last two years. I am a better person because of it. I think that TM has really allowed me the time to slow down, stop and look at myself - who I truly am -… Continue reading The New Normal (long read)
The TRIGGER. It brings buried experiences to the surface. I know it's not you. It's me. It wasn't you. It was him. It happened so long ago. My body remembers. I recognize my physical reaction is not 'normal'. I react subconsciously, less often than before. You're different. I talk myself through it. It takes a… Continue reading Under the Surface
My eight and a half year old baby girl is sick. Vomiting and diarrhea Going on four days I can't fix it. Nothing I can do It sucks not having control.
I feel like Humpty Dumpty. The Humpty Dumpty who can never stay put together for long. Not today. Not for me.