It's Tuesday, which means it's one of my days off. I will have to do a little bit of work later, but I'll do it from my sofa and it will only take up a small part of my day. As I have mentioned previously I have a bit of an unorthodox work schedule and… Continue reading Roxy: The Goodest Girl
Medication is a way of life for me. I take three in the morning, one in the afternoon, and two at night. Don't get me wrong, I take them because they keep me balanced, but it's a constant reminder every time my alarm goes off that I'm stuck with this illness. But that's just the… Continue reading Pharmacies and Falling Back.
I've been absent. I've also been dealing with a depressive episode. The two are not unrelated. I read this awesome blog today celebrating a one year soberversary, and I realized I'm only 75 days behind that person. Like, What? That's decent. Like, hey girl - that's really good! So what did I do? I started… Continue reading 75 Days To Go and Lots of Other Things
For many years I wished my dad got to ring the bell. You know, that bell at the hospital that patients get to ring when they’re finally cancer-free. I wished he could stand up tall, on his own, surrounded by smiles and laughter and pure joy. I wished he could ring that bell louder than… Continue reading Ringing the Bell