I am really kicking my own ass right now. Maybe someday I will recover enough of my brain to spill the thoughts I’ve collected about Hashimoto’s stealing my ability to communicate. In my heart, I have always been a writer, and as this illness settled in to my body it slowly snuffed out my ability … Continue reading
Yesterday, I was angry. Really fucking angry. I was alone, parked in an empty parking lot with my anger. So, I called the Food Snob. I called my mom. They both tried to make me feel better, which made me more angry because they were not angry with me. I was mad at The Universe. … Continue reading
Two months ago, I was diagnosed with an autoimmune disorder. The diagnosis came to me in a roundabout way, as these things seem to do. There were ailments and illness for years that doctors were never able to put together. When it didn’t add up, it was attributed to being a mother and the sleep … Continue reading
