anxiety disorder – and florence.

As I’ve written many times over the years, I have lived with anxiety disorder since I was really young. Though … More

love loud.

As I wrote in my previous post, since last weekend – and our amazing writers conference – I have been … More

heavy & honest things.

The notes for this post have grown – and found several unexpected turns – in the past few weeks as … More

feeling the ill part of this chronic business.

I’ve been chasing myself these past several days since discharge, getting caught up with school from the hospital while these … More

8 days.

Today is day eight of my hospital admission, close to my longest admit to date. As I write, I am … More

seeing fire and rain.

Won’t you look down upon me, Jesus? You’ve got to help me make a stand You’ve just got to see … More

lions and tigers and flares, oh my! (and falls and gnarly injuries too)

(So often I want to write about things other than autoimmune disease and spoonie life – but I also think … More

talking about life and death, covid and sick days, and loving others through these times.

This is attempt number five to write this post because my thoughts are in a million places – and this … More

honoring the memory of erin gilmer – and considering some of my most difficult days at the hands of the medical community as well. (we must do better for those in chronic pain.)

As I wrote in my previous post, my rheumatologist had to take unexpected medical leave and cancelled all of his … More

chronic pain, being treated like garbage as a patient, and Hell’s own flare on the horizon. . .

While I’m generally a pretty positive spoonie – and a cooperative patient as well – being treated like hot garbage … More