⚠ Trigger Warning: this post discusses depression, anxiety, and suicide. ⚠ This past March I tried to kill myself and only four people truly knew about it. Philip. My sister. Her husband. And the police officer who visited the house -after my sister called them that night. That's it. It wasn't glamorous, it was ugly.... Continue Reading →
My last blog post was around 10 days ago. What a slacker I feel like lately. To be fair, I have been busier than usual and my body is still adjusting to running around all the time. I have been pushing myself nonstop it seems. I do too much and I inevitably regret it for... Continue Reading →
Friday night after my last blog post, It Could Be Worse, Philip and I went out to dinner for 'date night' at a restaurant nearby. The restaurant itself was nice, but I was slightly let down because the food was highly overrated. While they boasted their fried chicken, they had overcooked ours, and it came... Continue Reading →
I know I know, I missed a week of posting. But shit happens. No pun intended. I apologize for the hiatus. I hope you all had a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. I know that sounds disingenuous or insincere, but, trust me, I'm sure your holiday was better than mine, and I'll... Continue Reading →
Okay, so....Today's blog post is coming to you late again this week. The tardiness is due to daily stressors, Crohn's issues and some family drama. Go figure. This week has been time wasted, with nothing but migraines, onesies, wrong appointments, you know, the usual. Friday after my infusion, I posted Remicade Day #2 right at... Continue Reading →
Like most weeks in my Crohn's journey this far, this week was similarly filled with doctors visits, phone calls, unnecessary drama, and, scattered throughout, there have been a few highlights of the week to brighten the mood. After Friday's blog was finally posted (The Week In Between), Philip and I went to dinner together, and... Continue Reading →
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