Watching her struggle was like hearing about any blogger suffer. I don’t know her or you but do know the pain of Lyme Diseases. She wrote such a beautiful song for a never-ending battle, life changing, everyday hoping to survive. There were days when drowning sound much easier, I overjoyed to be alive. Thank you for all the support over […]
Originally posted on Living With Paralysis:
“Indian Paintbrush” My Favorite Flower!! Love ya Bro… Today Was Awesome! I Love Nature!! Nature This Moth Is So Beautiful! Mother Nature Never Ceases To Amaze Me! Livin/Lovin Life
Originally posted on Chronically Me:
So obviously travelling is a nightmare, but it gets so much worse when you’re ill. Here are a few bits of advice for next time you hop on a plane. 1. Be organised. Before you go, gather up all your documents and get them in order, and then write out an itinerary for your travel.…
“None of the truest things in life-like love or faith-was arrived at by thinking; indeed, one could almost define the things that mattered as the ones that came as suddenly as thunder.” -Pico Iyer
Originally posted on For the Love of Art:
After 50 years I have bought a pad and complete pencil set. At five years old ships and horses were my passion and drawn on spiral notebook with a #2 pencil. I’ve looked at the black pencils and see different numbers on them, WOW, this is going to take more learning than…
I am having trouble getting comfortable with this theme. The post run together on front page, the header selections don’t seem to fit, the background color looks dull. Why can’t I find a bright white background? Do I need to learn the programming codes to accomplish that? Do I have to many widgets making the page to busy? Anything that […]
TED TALKS: A Love Letter To Realism In A Time Of Grief. Mark and Simone share the difficulties of having a relationship with Mark who is blind and paralyzed. They are honest, it made me look inside and think if I was strong enough or do I love enough. The connection as a couple and their combined strength is amazing. […]
This guest post hits close to home. For twenty-one years, from ages eighteen to thirty-nine, I was diagnosed with chronic depression (dysthymia). I’d tell doctors that I was at least cyclothymic, for I my over-productive workaholism led to cyclical depressive crashes. Finally, at thirty-nine years old, I was diagnosed bipolar II. — Kitt Are You Just […] via Michael Pipich Guest Post: Are You Just Depressed or Is It the Onset of Bipolar Disorder? — Kitt O’Malley
“Great Beauty, Great Strength and Great Riches Are Really And Truly Of No Great Use; A RIGHT HEART EXCEEDS ALL.” Benjamin Franklin Poor Richards Almanac
ILADS has taken the bold step from staying under the radar to leading the way to better LYME treatment. Today many “expert” Lyme doctors are training Medical doctors to recognize Lyme, basic treatment with written treatment guidelines. You can download the Treatment Guidelines yourself, I look forward to reading. In theory it sounds good for Lyme suffers looking for a diagnosis. […]
The most damaging story was my father raped her, she had to marry him. One day my father and I had a big fight, in anger I blurted out what she said. The truth was on his devastated face. My father was a bastard but he went to his grave without saying one negative word about my mother. It’s sad when […]
“We can only be said to be ALIVE in those moments when our HEARTS are conscious of our treasure.” -Thorton Wilder, The Woman of Andrus
I stand watching the darkness settle in. The black dog comes to torture me. Emotions, negative feelings left behind are brought out like dolls in a toy box. I fight, fight hard not to fall in the abyss. Mask are taken out of their resting place, the mask are for me, which one will I need today. Lies and hurtful […]
Originally posted on Looking For The Light:
? My Granny I miss my grandparents everyday, none more than on my birthday. Every year they would get on the phone together and sing Happy Birthday. This was a tradition, gramps called many in the family to sing Happy Birthday. As gramps fell into a coma, one of his sisters by his side, my brother entered the room, she said it’s T’s birthday and gramps started singing. Those were his last words, I know my brother cherishes every word. Tomorrow I turn 51 yrs old, my grandparents can’t call yet I know they are thinking about me. A daily one minute phone call to say I’m alive was all granny needed. She always worried about me. They loved to watch our reactions to Santa, hiding Easter eggs and fighting over who would lick the bowl of frosting. I learned to roller skate at approx 5 years old. Skating provided an outlet and hearing my favorite music over the loud-speaker made me want to dance. As I got older my grandparents would take us skating. Unlike many parents today, my grandparents would stay to watch us have fun. We were building memories that last a lifetime. I loved to speed skate, coming around the last corner full speed one of my wheels blew out throwing me over the mushroom seats. I got up, sat down and began taking my skates off.…
