Yes, I’m writing. Yes, I am on top of product reviews like you wouldn’t believe. Yes, I need a break. I am giving myself permission to take that much-needed break.
I’ve done ALL the hard things. I’ve buried almost all of my relatives. I’ve taken care of others to the breaking point. I’ve been selfless AF. It’s time for more self-care and less doing for everyone else. I deserve a break. NO ONE gets to tell me who the hell I am, except for me. ✌🏻 Freeing up my life, but only for fun things with good people. Book your appointments now. 😉
This makes me sick and SO very angry. The police in Illinois who knew this punk, who interviewed him at least twice, they all have blood on their hands. He had already tried getting into the local Chabad synagogue, which is two miles from where this took place. Thankfully, the Rabbi turned him away. Still, people lost their lives and so many others were terribly injured. They have since declared an 8th casualty.
If I wanted the government in my healthcare, I would have fucked a Senator.
**Said politician couldn’t have been nicer, and agreed that America needs WORK. Talk about a vast understatement. He even extended himself for a meeting.**
“Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow. I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the fields of ripening grain. I am in the morning hush, I am in the graceful rush Of beautiful birds in circling flight, I am the starshine of the night. I am in the flowers that bloom, I am in a quiet room. I am in the birds that sing, I am in each lovely thing. Do not stand at my grave bereft. I am not there. I have not left.” ―Mary Elizabeth Frye
Today is two weeks since my cousin passed away. It’s been a dark time of dissociation. I feel a mess of things which probably shouldn’t be verbalized for a while, and I am working out how to make sure what her family went through never happens to another family again. That’s a tall order, but I’m nothing if not determined. It is easier to try and fix a universally broken system, than it is to be angry. At the moment, I’m both, so I need time. Ultimately, this is not about me at all.
No matter what, I am going to stand behind women on this issue. I have found the sharing of stories and experiences SO heartbreaking, I am sickened to my core that this is even an argument. For me, this is a time when you kick the government OUT of your healthcare. They should not be in charge.
Remember history and who they came for first. It was women. This situation reminds me of the Spanish Inquisition. My family escaped, but so many didn’t. Women should not be forced into horrible situations because old, white men think they’re in charge of us.
I’ve had a migraine for almost thirty days straight, so bringing awareness to how severe and disabling this neurological disease is, is extremely important to me.
Maybe one day I will feel comfortable discussing how far I’ve had to go in terms of treatment methods. People who know wince. I’ve discussed it with very few people because I was immediately shamed while researching more progressive treatment methods. I was told it couldn’t be THAT BAD. Okay, live my pain for a month and see how you come back. 🙄 I don’t talk about it because I enjoy it!
Until then, please know migraine sufferers aren’t having a vacation when they bow out of family functions, having coffee, lunch dates, birthday dinners, weddings, etc. We’re not using it as an excuse to not have fun or celebrate life; we’re explaining why we can’t get out of bed. We wish we didn’t have to, especially to migraine deniers who wouldn’t know what to do if a vicious week-long migraine slammed into them. Until you’ve walked a thousand miles in my migraineur shoes, you have no right to judge me. I don’t engage with people who don’t understand that every time I get a migraine, I first have to assess what kind of headache I am dealing with. Is it my allergies? Is it my sinuses? Is it a tension headache? Is it coming from my jaw? Is it a stress migraine? I have to assess all of those things and then take the appropriate medication. Unfortunately, the appropriate medication doesn’t always work, and I end up in a vicious cycle I can’t break. I am not alone. I go for treatment next week. Here’s hoping it works.
Written by LISA MARINO-Molchanova 