Earlier in the day I was thinking about someone I know, and how long he had to keep his sexuality a secret, out of fear that his friends, family, and career would all fade away. It disturbed me. It still does. I'm happy that he was able to tell everyone in his life, met someone, … Continue reading Be Honest With People About Who You Are
Honesty
Empty As A Shell
I have both nothing to say, and a lot to say, so I've chosen to remain silent for the past few weeks. You can never get into trouble by keeping your mouth shut. I sit here tonight, coughing my brains out, questioning how I somehow got sick in twenty-four hours when I've obsessively taken precautions … Continue reading Empty As A Shell
Follow Your Gut, Because It Doesn’t Lie…
A few weeks ago someone friended me on Facebook. Under normal circumstances I only accept requests from people I know in real life or people I have met via a migraine or Fibromyalgia/ Chronic Pain group. I’ve met some great people who have become good friends almost immediately. Sometimes you click with someone and you’re … Continue reading Follow Your Gut, Because It Doesn’t Lie…
Because He’s My Brother
The past two years have been incredibly hard on my brother. I have no words for what he has been through, or for the things he continues to battle easy day. For the past ten years or so, all we’ve had that we can truly count on, as siblings, is each other. I remember the … Continue reading Because He’s My Brother
Official?
I finally have documentation on my medical chart that I have Fibromyalgia. What I find odd is that the doctor didn't check for trigger points or question the discussion, she simply added it to my "history". If the original doctor who diagnosed me in 2003/2004 had remembered to put it in my chart back then, … Continue reading Official?
One Morning
Someone wrote this with me in mind, or at least, that's how it feels today.
The Summer Of ‘What The Fuck?’
I promised myself certain aspects of this year would be better, and they have been, but the rest of the year, thus far, has been a shit-show of epic proportions. I am so thrown by it all, I probably say "What the fuck?!" fifty times a day, if not more. I've talked about it, so … Continue reading The Summer Of ‘What The Fuck?’
