Today, we went to our NAMI walk in Phoenix. Jenny and I did the 2.9k walk, with hundreds of others. The walk raised $134,250 as of today! It was a great experience, and a big thank you to everyone who donated, volunteered, and walked. Jenny and I also talked to dozens of people, and we
Jenny and I started learning German. It’s kind of awesome, but kind of terrifying. I mean, my personal Hell is “not knowing.” It’s the worst thing in the world, and I’m diving into an entire language that I don’t know! I mean, what if I never learn how to properly conjugate the verb “to litigate”?
First of all, I am moved. I got so many emails, Facebook messages, and comments, and you all were saying the same thing. It’s okay, I’m okay, and I am loved. I love you guys so much. I can’t tell you how much it means to me when one of you threatens to kill my
Sensory Defensiveness is a condition that people can be born with, or develop through different situations. It is a condition that causes distress to someone who is being exposed to certain stimuli. These stimuli can be to any of the senses. Examples include having an intolerance to chewing noises, pain from contact with everyday stuff
Physical pain. It sucks. I’ve been in pain now for about 12 days, and I’m finally past the worst of it. But now, instead of a single toothache, or even the bigger pain of the extraction site, I have a general pain that extends from my cheek bones all the way down. So, basically, 50%
Random text conversation with Jenny: Me: “We may have to buy a new toilet. I think this one has stopped breathing, and CPR is NOT an option.” Jenny: “Nice visual.” Me: “Ick.” Jenny: “Plungers are good at toilet CPR.” Me: “Hahaha! Mouth to mouth, eh?” Me: “I made myself throw up a little. Let’s stop
So, I’ve been tasked, for the third time, with filling out an assessment form. This is the kind of thing where you REALLY need to know where you are on these scales. The assessment has a lot of simple questions that have very complex answers. The questions include things, like : Do you have problems
I missed an important appointment several weeks ago, because my doctor cancelled our appointment. After I was told she was “sick” for weeks, I went to pick up my prescriptions. They didn’t have anything on file. I stormed (i.e., walked deliberately, with some urgency) up to the office, and demanded (i.e., requested firmly) to know
Don’t flame me, and as always, don’t take what I say here as fact. This is an opinion piece and you are allowed to hate it. I will delete your comment if it’s hateful for the sake of hate. Just a warning. The thing is, my Facebook feed, Twitter, Feedly, you name it, they are
To whom it may concern: You may be used to some “publications” occasionally being graced with letters from the “Editor.” This will not be so polite. I am the Jailor. I am the voice in Rory’s head that keeps him up at night, and the only reason he can sleep. I am the obsession, he
