I’ve been thinking a lot in the last week or two about how it could be possible that I came from such horrible people and didn’t turn out the same … Continue reading Grenade.
Tag: chronic pain
37.
I’m 37 today. Somehow it feels like now I’m undeniably a grownup. That sounds ridiculous, firstly because I have obviously been a grownup for many many moons now, and secondly … Continue reading 37.
Differently bad.
My mother’s birthday was this past Wednesday. I had built up a fair amount of agitation about it ahead of time, anticipating that it would be a challenging day for … Continue reading Differently bad.
Limits.
I’ve officially discovered a new limit for my body, and it’s depressing me. Apparently I can no longer handle the labor of love that is making eggplant parmigiana. This is … Continue reading Limits.
Somatic validation.
I bring you a small break from the crushing despair and horror and anxiety we Americans are currently enduring to share a great experience I had recently. It’s been months … Continue reading Somatic validation.
The Great Sweater Caper, and Other Mysterious Thought Patterns.
Some of you may recall a post I’d shared recently about a very special sweater I’ve had for ages that I’d discovered had gone missing. I mourned the loss of … Continue reading The Great Sweater Caper, and Other Mysterious Thought Patterns.
Cracked rear view.
For years, I’ve ascribed to Spoon Theory, a popular concept among people living with chronic illness and pain. Essentially, there’s this idea that you start out each day with a … Continue reading Cracked rear view.
The Ferris Wheel of Priorities.
Ever feel overwhelmed? (I know, silly question.) Ever feel stuck because you know you have all these things to do, and they’re all important, and they all have to get … Continue reading The Ferris Wheel of Priorities.
Spoons.
It’s been a rough week for me. I broke my big toe on my right foot on Sunday last week. I am battling an intense sinus infection (not the worst … Continue reading Spoons.
Hero.
“Don’t be a hero,” they said. “Take the pain meds.” By they, I literally mean all of my doctors — and boy, they were right! Last week I had bilateral … Continue reading Hero.
Journeys in the Dark 