Physically I’m barely putting one foot in front of another. My smallest toes are screaming out. My core, slouched from the weight of exhaustion. My creaky joints are weak with pain and my head
Today I wish to be out of my own skin. My own body. I can’t even stand to look in the mirror and I can’t even think straight because of the brain fog. I
41. Oh how birthdays are a both+and for me… I’ve been lonely on some birthdays… both sad to be alone and glad to be deeply loved by the special few. I’ve been lost on
I have really struggled today with being in my own skin. Man, breast cancer wreaks havoc on self-image. And the heart-hurt of that is deep and very painful. The “and” part of today –
Day 2, a perplexing waiting game…a holding pattern wrought with anxiety…an eerie moment in time where I was yet sheltered from the storm that was brewing, the swirling deep below the surface and the