Pieces Of Me

Family First

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Yesterday morning my brother was admitted into the hospital with what is, as of now, a form of heart failure. The doctors are baffled; stating that they don't know how this happened because he is far too young. Unfortunately, he is far from being out of the woods. He is scheduled for a serious procedure … Continue reading Family First

Prayers & Tears

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I contemplated being silent today because I'm not in a good mood, but I'm also too upset to pretend. I've had less than five hours of sleep. I tried going back to bed an hour ago, but I am unable to focus on genuine rest. That usually means doing what I always do when there … Continue reading Prayers & Tears

Regardless Of What Challenge You Are Facing…

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"Regardless of what challenge you are facing right now, know that it has not come to stay. It has come to pass. During these times, do what you can with what you have, and ask for help if needed. Most importantly — never surrender. Put things in perspective. Take care of yourself. Find ways to … Continue reading Regardless Of What Challenge You Are Facing…

Morning “Rituals” & Fibromyalgia

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I'm sure most people have their morning "rituals". For most people, it means waking up in search of coffee or tea. It involves the most basic of things until we know with certainty where we're going (Work, school, the grocery store, etc.). I had a solid idea of how today would go, but instead of … Continue reading Morning “Rituals” & Fibromyalgia

Empty

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I might be writing this from the afterlife. Why would I say that? Because the truly gruesome bruises are gone, there's not a scratch in sight, and I feel...nothing. Perhaps empty would be the correct word. That can't possibly be normal. Though my warm shower definitely reminded me that my left knee is far from okay. I … Continue reading Empty

Aches, Pain, and Shooting Stars

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It is unbearably difficult to move today. Everything hurts ten times worse than it did yesterday. 😦 The only non-painful part of my body are my toenails. That is sad, at least from where I'm sitting. Pain like this is torture and no decent human-being should be forced to live like this. I'm not stating … Continue reading Aches, Pain, and Shooting Stars

100% Sore

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Hello everyone! I hope you've all had a marvelous few days. Me? Not so much. I'm doing my best, but I'm covered in bruises and there are many more that have yet to surface. I can feel them. Not fun. 😦 While trying to pack and get my shit together (Waste Management must hate me … Continue reading 100% Sore

Time Is A Fickle Thing

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This weekend has blown by. I've done so much in the last few days that I am struggling to move. The only thing that doesn't hurt is my hair. 😦 My new mattress was delivered earlier in the evening. The irony that I'll only get to sleep on it for the next three weeks is … Continue reading Time Is A Fickle Thing