Milestones. Hmmm. I get it. I do. I understand why we mark specific moments or days or accomplishments. Sort of like anniversaries and I very much appreciate honoring those… But the milestone is a social construct,
I’m gonna belabor a point today in my blog because, well, two reasons: 1. It is a vitally important topic of discussion and 2. Each of us always have something new to learn and
Bravery comes in many forms. Some obvious and some not so obvious. Here are some statements of what it means to me to be brave because, well, #cancerteachesmethings. Repeat after me. And be brave.
You guys. Cancer sucks. It has its claws in everything… …Literal e v e r y t h i n g . And showing up while its claws dig in… …Brave b e y
There are times in my life where I would not go back for a re-do even if for a million bucks. Nope. I’m totally content with those times living only in memories, most of
The stinging behind my eyes, intense. The burning in my nose, telling. My body’s foreshadowing is now my heart’s befalling. It can take mere seconds or sometimes it takes hours, but the grief comes…What is
I love speaking in pictures. I feel like it helps communicate to a depth where sometimes words fall short. It helps me process and purpose the hardest parts of my story or illuminate the
Stormy. Malevolent clouds loom, threatening devour.Fragile. Cracked glass on the verge of shatter.Sharp. A porcupine defense against attack.Combative. Landmines active and set.Restless. Electric zzap snapp pop.This. This is trauma survived.The triggers, known and unknown.Lymbic. Primitive.
It’s September. There is a lot to that short little sentence… It’s September. I love this day. I loathe this day. I love what this time of year means to me. I loathe what
August 30th is another one of those days… I mean, let’s be real, it seems like every day in August was tough and there is literally something every month of the year that packs a