My Way

I eventually snap out of it and remember: Oh hey, there's another person here, someone helping me and we're supposed to be working together. But I don't want to work together, not on things I've done alone my entire life ...

Happiness is . . .

The entire time I've been sick I've wanted to be that person -- the person who brings tears of joy to dry eyes, the person who makes people believe in happy endings and the body's astonishing ability to heal itself. I wanted to be that person so bad, perhaps even more than I wanted to merely do things that healthy people do. And to a certain extent I have become that person, or rather, I was that person and now I'm having a bit of an identity crisis. What happens when you are known for battling illness, then stop recovering?

Unusual and Tragic and Alive

"When your own life is threatened, your sense of empathy is blunted by a terrible, selfish hunger for survival." - Yann Martel (Life of Pi) Lately I've been reflecting on the ups and downs of having a chronic illness -- in my case, two illnesses, myalgic encephalomyelitis (chronic fatigue syndrome) and Lyme disease. Mostly I've... Continue Reading →

Fresh Air

It's been two weeks since my last blog post. Did you miss me? I sure missed you! I really did. I realize you may not have noticed my absence, which is fine but if you didn't, then: bye! Just joking, I'm sure most of you didn't notice I took a break, but writing this post... Continue Reading →

Sex And Sickness: Part 0

*Don't you just hate when someone writes a story in fragmented sections and then publishes them out of order? Well, okay, I'm sorry! But here is the prequel to my previous Sex and Sickness posts. When I first got sick in 2010 I was dating a gorgeous, smart, blonde-haired kinesiology major named Molly (not her... Continue Reading →

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