"Holy shit you guys. Is it possible to blow your own mind?"
Goal for this month: Keep a Tidy Home To do this month: Clean 10 minutes every weekdayClean 30 minutes every weekendDrink at least two full water bottles a dayUpdate the blog at least twice a month Day 1 and 2: And just like that, my Dream Life Project has officially begun! I suppose it makes… Continue reading March
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I am a Grown Ass Woman
(who still asks her mom to come to doctors' appointments)
My Thoughts on the Warrior Narrative
So, what is the warrior narrative?
On Living with a Chronic Illness During the COVID-19 Panic
First, I would like to say, for all you healthy folks out there, please relax. Yes, we should be taking this outbreak seriously, but stockpiling soap and toilet paper is not rational. Did you never wash your hands before this? Frankly, the fact that it took a new virus to make you think about washing… Continue reading On Living with a Chronic Illness During the COVID-19 Panic
A Year in Review
"Congratulations! You've been here for a year!" Holy cheese balls.
The ‘Upsides’ of Chronic Illness
It’s easy to focus on the bad with a chronic illness. I mean, you’re sick. Forever. That’s reason enough to be negative. But recently I’ve realized that negative thinking is not helping me. That doesn’t mean I’m not allowing myself those occasional bad days, or pity parties. I think we all need an outlet like… Continue reading The ‘Upsides’ of Chronic Illness
New Semester, New Dreams, New Struggles
Day One, Fall 2019 Semester: One class, begins at 4:00pm. Continues until 6:40, but has a break in the middle, and is taught by my favorite professor. Able to sleep in, do laundry, and organize myself and my things before heading to class Day Two, Fall 2019 Semester: Arrive on campus at exactly 9:00 to… Continue reading New Semester, New Dreams, New Struggles
Enough is Enough
So here we are again. Just me, my bed, and my pain. Oh, and about a metric ton of pain killers. Who knows what’s caused it this time? Maybe I overexerted myself walking up that flight of stairs, or possibly I sneezed too aggressively. (You’ll have to excuse the sarcasm; it’s a coping mechanism.) Either… Continue reading Enough is Enough