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Change It Up
Mental illness is an everyday struggle for me. Luckily, the struggle is a lot easier than it used to be thanks to correct medications, keeping routine appointments with my mental health team, and practicing healthy coping skills like journaling. However, there are still difficult days when I ask myself “What can I do differently?” One…
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The Goat Incident
There’s a story I’m fond of telling about my daughter when she was just 4. It was a beautiful summer day, sunny but not too hot, with a light breeze. It was a quiet, peaceful day. We were living in the unfinished Octagon. I had decided to hang laundry outside on the line and leave…
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My Trauma Is My Trauma
It’s Not The Wheelchair . . . I’ve been diagnosed with complex-PTSD, Borderline Personality Disorder, Bipolar Disorder, and anxiety. My biggest problem hasn’t been the diagnoses, but the lack thereof for my first 25 years. Trauma is a funny thing. Like EDS, it’s different for each person. It’s caused by trauma, but the definition of…
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It’s A War!
What the hell is EDS? It’s a war, a series of personal battles that I fight every day. Some of these battles are internal, fought in the deepest regions of my mind and emotions. Some are external, fought openly for people to witness. I have fought many battles. I have won many. I’ve lost many.I’ve…
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And Then The World Shifted . . .
Have You Ever Felt It? I have, just recently too. I’ve felt my world shift. It was like a charge of electricity in the air and vibrations in the ground. It made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and goosebumps sprout all over my body. It made me shiver. Not So…
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Simply.. .
“Be Nice” I heard a 5 year old say it the other day, and I thought it was the best wisdom I’d heard in a long time. Get rid of your biases and agendas and just Be Nice. Instead, shake hands. Stop fighting and judging and just Be Nice. Instead, pass out flowers. And If…
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From Russia With Love
Some already has…a woman in Siberia placed her daughter in my arms to care for and love.
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Painsomnia
It’s been days of little to no sleep from painsomnia. Oh, just take meds. Meds cause terrible side effects. I smile. I laugh. I get stuff done. I don’t want pity, so I don’t say anything to anyone. I don’t want to complain because, truthfully, no one really likes a complainer. The frustration and pain…
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