When a Few Hours Up Turns Into a Few Days Down

I feel like I'm always counting steps. I spend each day in a constant analysis of how far away things are and how much energy it's going to take to get there. Sometimes even just planning what's going to happen between point A and point B is so tiring that I'll need a break before… Continue reading When a Few Hours Up Turns Into a Few Days Down

To my children, when chronic illness gets the best of me:

I want you to know that I love you more than anything, and you mean the world to me. I'm sorry that I have all of these health issues that don't go away. I wish every day that I could get better, because I know it's very hard for you to understand sometimes. When I… Continue reading To my children, when chronic illness gets the best of me: