Someone wrote this with me in mind, or at least, that's how it feels today.
Life
The Water Cleansed His Soul
“The water cleansed his soul of the clutter and junk he had acquired through advice from those who were loud, but wrong. Many who had claimed to be wise had filled him, like so many others, with fear, hate, and judgment - all emotions that could not be carried into Eternity.” ―Scott Thompson
Incurable
***Potential Trigger Warning*** Friday night, I stupidly read my new diagnosis for the first time. And then I sat here in tears. The old diagnosis, which I've had for a long time, is … Continue reading Incurable
Focus
Today, I am too tired and way too sick to focus on anything. This migraine is a nightmare, made worse by lawnmowers, leaf blowers, trimmers, motorcycles, music, dogs barking, the nauseating heat, and anyone breathing or asking me stupid questions. Pretty much everything smells disgusting to me, except for essential oils and my perfume. And … Continue reading Focus
We Fear Things
"We fear things because we value them. We fear losing people because we love them. We fear dying because we value being alive. Don't wish you didn't fear anything. All that would mean is that you didn't feel anything." -Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows
Marks Of Kindness
This is true. And it reminds me of the close relationships in my life.
Scheduling Conflicts
When you suffer from any form of chronic illness, you can choose, or not choose, to see your life as a bunch of doctor's appointments. I try not to, but lately... Without insurance, I didn't have to think about it. I only went when I had no other choice, and there are doctors I'm still … Continue reading Scheduling Conflicts
Letting It Pass
People make an awful lot of assumptions when you keep the majority of your thoughts private. They desperately try to read your body language and facial expressions, but they don’t know what any of them mean, so again, they make assumptions. I’m not the kind of person anyone should be making assumptions about. I have … Continue reading Letting It Pass
Written by LISA MARINO-Molchanova 