Too Many to Declare
“Many, Lord my God, are the wonders you have done, the things you planned for us. None can compare with you; were I to speak and tell of your deeds, they would be too many to declare.” Psalm 40:5
Nocturnal Musings #7: Motherhood?
I always assumed that I would lead the normal, expected life of most women in America today. Go to college, get a job, get married, have kids, retire at 65, live happily ever after. But is that really what I want?
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Loving My Chronically Ill Body
It’s hard to love a body that doesn’t work the way it should. But I’ve realized it could be so much worse. I have a lot to be thankful for. So I’m going to give thanks for what I do have.
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Nocturnal Musings #6: Worries About the Future
What does the future have in store for me? If only I knew, or had even the smallest inkling of what may lie ahead.
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The Guilt of Chronic Illness
Guilt is probably one of the most common emotions felt by an individual with chronic illness. At least it is for me, I can’t speak for others. Not because we necessarily feel guilty about ourselves, but often times we are made to feel that way by those we encounter, although it is usually not…
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Chronic Illness Challenge: Day 19
Day 19: How do you feel about the future?
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Shipwrecked: Back to Basics
“Whereas the early stages of shipwreck entail a sense of panic, a frantic kind of triage, trying to figure out what we can salvage and what we cannot, eventually we have to slow down…and return to those primary colors. In order to not drown, we have to find a way to ground our bodies…
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Shipwrecked: Holding On, Letting Go
“You may find that your grief and sense of loss over the world you once knew seem endless. And yet there are possibilities and potentialities within you that are more endless still. What is this unseen force that carries you forward despite yourself? Why can you not seem to choke, always and forever, your own…
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Still Waiting on Baby
It’s been almost a year since I had the realization that I was going to need to go on fertility meds in order to get pregnant. The thought was slightly daunting, as my body has never responded well to my hormones being manipulated by medications. Seven months on birth control in college was one…
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A Year of Coping by Writing
Keeping with the writing theme today, on August 9th, I celebrated my write-a-versary. What is that? That day had been one year since I started keeping a journal again. I’ve gone through 13 journals in that time and am on number 14, as pictured above. I write enough that it takes between 2-3 weeks…
