Stepping Out Of My Bubble


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I wanted to thank you all so much for reading my blog! There are some pieces I am hesitant to post. Especially the ones about depression, sadness, struggle, and suicide. I said when I started this blog it was going to be uplifting, and positive. That I was going to make people laugh. I hide behind my own sadness at times, and I sometimes find myself trying to be a little to badass. Then a reader suggested I post these things! She had contacted me to let me know how my words helped her. We had many long conversations. She admitted to struggling with depression, and acceptance since her diagnosis. I shared that I’ve been there too! She was shocked. Regina sad? Really?! I assured her that she was NOT ALONE! Many others including myself felt this way at times. It’s normal to feel this way at times! We just can’t live on Sadness Island 24-7!

It’s okay to lay low and hide sometimes………….


She then suggested that I write about these experiences. She said my strength, and humor helped her cope. She said knowing I felt some of the same things (depression, anger)that she did helped her cope even more! She was 100% sure it would help others too. People needed to see all of me. The me that sometimes gets sad, depressed, angry, resentful, struggles, questions life & my purpose are part of me too. These emotions and feelings are part of me all the same as my strength, positivity, humor, and motivation are part of me. Yes sometimes things are hard for me too!

I was still a little unsure how this would UPLIFT people?! How is making a post about sad things going to uplift people?! There are tons of sad crap on the internet to read! Tons of other sappy blogs to read. At the time I was helping a handful of people combat depression. All these people had one thing in common. Each one had a chronic illness, and it just hit me! This is something that needs to talked about! This is something that is a huge part of the chronic illness community. I don’t EVER want my readers to feel alone! So I decided to write (publish)a couple posts of about really sad stuff. True stuff. Stuff that is often the reality of people with chronic illness. Mostly I was just honest. I was honest even though it was very hard for me! It was hard to take people to my Dark Side. My pride said ‘NO NO NO NO!’ I did it! I just kept thinking of why I started this blog in the first place.

TO HELP PEOPLE! Even if its hard for me I want to help people!

I took a plunge, and opened myself up even more.

Then something amazing happened! I received an outpouring of positive comments, texts, private messages and even a phone call. I didn’t expect that to happen! I have no regrets writing those posts now! I was glad that I decided to let people in my “bubble” a place I rarely let anyone come inside. A place I keep all these private things. I spoke of my private emotions, and it was a very hard thing to do.

I felt I had to because I knew that so many others where feeling the same way too. I was again reminded that I’m not alone! That I need this blog, and my readers as much as they need me. I had many people thank me for writing these posts. Some told me that they where thankful they where not alone. That they are no longer ashamed of the melancholy feelings they had been having. They thanked me that I helped them realize there are things to live for. That yes it’s okay to be sad at times but you still have a life worth living. And if you need professional help for depression don’t sweat it! That’s what professionals are for. No shame in seeking professional help! Yes we can have a good life even though we’re sick!

Yes we struggle, but you can rise above all the hardships

! You have purpose! Please remember that someone out there is feeling the same feelings you’re. They have experienced these feelings too. You’re NOT ALONE! Please reach out, and talk about these things! I know I am going to try my hardest to keep talking about these things. But please don’t be shocked when I tell a poop joke in that same post. Humor is just how I cope.

I had a few people tell me that they where having a bad day, or week, and I helped them remove a burden from their chest. One said it would help her family member understand it wasn’t “just her”, and that this wasn’t something “all in her head”. These feelings we feel are very real! Yes others go through them too! This is exactly why I blog! I always said I wanted to help at least one person. When I help more than one I feel I have done my job! It motivates me to write more! THANK YOU ALL! I have meaning to post this post for a very long time now, and I apologize that it has taken me so long.

Sadly suicide, suicidal thoughts, depression, and sadness occurs often in people with chronic illness. Especially those with chronic pain. We hear about it often. Most of us know someone dear to us that has taken their own life. Maybe we struggle with these thoughts ourselves? Either way it’s a big problem in the illness community! It remains the most searched terms for my blog. It is remains a frequently searches term on Google. People are searching these terms DAILY! It’s nothing new, and is not going to change any time soon.

Eventually we have to come out of hiding, and face our challenges. If this tiny frog can do it so can you!


My challenge for you is this. If you’re depressed to reach out! Reach out to a family member, friend, a support group on FB, online friends, a partner, or even me. There is no shame in these feelings, and someone will understand. Someone will listen, and someone will be there for you. The only shame is NOT reaching out!

If you’re not sad, or depressed make a plan of action. Write down some things you would do if you found yourself in a situation that you felt helpless. Write down things that make you happy. This way if you’re having a “I hate everything” day you can read this, and be reminded that things really do make you happy. List people you can talk to in your time of need. Always have a plan because you never know what might happen. Being prepared means you will be one step ahead.

Lastly every single day do something that makes you happy! Different things make different people happy. Do these things. Never underestimate how small things can make a big impact in your mood. What will you do today that makes you happy? Go on. Go do it!

Little things can have a huge impact! Sometimes the smallest things get noticed the most!


Robin Williams is no coward! Neither are you!


The world lost a man many people loved. Robin Williams was found dead in his California home, and the cause is suicide. He was a man who made many laugh. He was one of my favorites. I was fond of his stand up work. He could play a funny man, genie, alien or women with ease. Like in Mrs. Doubtfire, Birdcage, Mork & Mindy, and Aladdin. He could be the weird creepy guy too as in Insomnia. His stand up will make you laugh until you pee yourself or likely spit soda out of your nose. His talents where endless! He made me laugh many times throughout my life.

He had fame, boat loads of money, many friends, a wife, 3 kids, and a great career? Many people say “I don’t get it? How does a guy with all Robin Williams had commit suicide? How could he possibly be so sad? He had everything to be happy about.” This is where I can relate. Can I relate to the great career, and loads of money? No that I can’t relate to. I am disabled, and money is little to non-existent for me. I can relate to depression! To thoughts of suicide, and feeling hopeless when you have so much to be happy for. I wish I didn’t understand but sadly I do. And sadly so do many of my ill friends.

First lets clear something up! There is a HUGE difference between “Being sad”, and “being clinically depressed“. The differences are HUGE! But Being sad is something I think every human experiences in their lifetime. Being sad is a normal emotion felt by many. Various things make people sad. You’re sad when your cat dies. You’re sad you got a D on your math test. Sure it hurts! You question why? You might feel a little angry. BUT being sad gets better. Being sad doesn’t take over your life! Most sad people are not sad all the time. Most times you can do small things to help your sadness get. Sadness is temporary.

Being Clinically Depressed is a whole different ballgame. Depression requires no reason. It can happen to anyone! When one is depressed they need nothing to happen first. There is no why, what or how. Being depressed is a mental illness that can happen to anyone. Sure I could go on and on about brain chemicals, chemistry, hereditary factors blah blah blah blah! THOSE are NOT the reasons I want to get into other than yes depression is an illness! Depression is an illness the same as Diabetes or any well-known” illness. Illness is illness! Depression needs no kitty dying to set the person into tailspin of their own personal doom. Sometimes there are no reasons to make the person angry, lonely, anxious, hopeless, tired, and just well depressed.

Some people have reasons to be depressed. There is clear-cut reasons why depression could be an issue. Many acknowledge these reasons being valid. But some do not. Like in the case of Marines, and Soldiers struggling with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. The effects of combat, and the very demanding life of our military personnel becomes very taxing for some men and women. When you have a seasoned veteran whom had been deployed many times you nod, and say “ahhh now that I understand!” PTSD causes depression among other things. Anger, suicide, broken relationships, trust issues, insomnia, substance abuse are only a few things PTSD can manifest as. The feeling of doom, the fear, and hopelessness are all the same. The reasons are the only thing that’s different.

When you are the one depressed you want to poke anyones eye out when they say “but you have so much to live for! You have many reasons to be happy! You have NOTHING to be sad about!” Well ya no shit Sherlock! You think because I am depressed I don’t realize I have a family? Friends? 3 dogs and 3 cats? All of which I know love me? Yes I realize this, and sometimes in my not-so-right state of mind I have told myself they would be better off without me. I still love them. Many times I want to do better by them. Depression doesn’t always make one a heartless asshole. Many suffer in silence. A depressed person doesn’t always live a life of reasoning. Depressed people don’t think clearly. They’re not hateful monsters.

Depression can happen in anyplace, and happen to anyone. It might be your neighbor, mother, sister, co-worker, boss, kids, friends, doctors, lawyers, artists, musicians, and ACTORS! It might be you! There is not one type of depressed person. Depression happens to every race, authenticity, sex, income level, any religion, and any address. Depression has no language barrier. When a person is depressed they can have everything going for them or nothing at all.


None of that matters in Depression! All reasoning goes down the John with yesterdays number Deuce. It’s the same as chronic illness. Chronic illness can happen to anyone at anytime. Depression is an illness. Rich people get sick. Poor people get sick. Funny people get sick, and depressed people get sick. You can be rich, poor, successful, a failure, funny, shy, and suffer from Depression. Depression is very real and very serious! Depression hurts! Depression is a kill joy! It robs you of laughter, and excitement. It steals your motivation and enthusiasm. Depression makes things like food, love, showers, joy seem irrelevant and unnecessary.

When one is depressed they feel lost, hopeless, worthless, and alone. You may ask how a person like Robin Williams could possibly feel alone? He had a wife, kids, fans, and many friends. NONE OF THAT MATTERS when you are depressed! It’s like looking at the world through scratchy, fogged up glasses. You fail to see things right in front of your face. Everything is fuzzy and out of focus. You don’t see them. You don’t smell them. When you’re depressed you don’t take appreciation in the small things in life anymore. In fact when you’re depressed you find fault in everything and everyone. Nothing is good enough. You find joy in nothing. Even if it’s something you previously found joy in.


You feel unloved despite the number of friends or family you may have. No one is ever enough, or does enough for you. You feel like no one likes or loves you. Depression is the I can’t get off the couch. Everything becomes unimportant. Cooking is useless, and you forget all your commitments. It’s a dog that wants walked. It’s a child playing alone in their room. It’s calls avoided. Texts not sent. Emails ignored, and cookies not baked. Showers ignored. Teeth not brushed. Medicine not taken. It’s finding every little fault in your friends, family, loved ones and anyone else that crosses your path. It’s the lost jobs. It’s the bills over due, and the rent unpaid. It’s movies not watched and books not read. It’s that pile of laundry, and a messy house. A blog left blank. No poetry in your heart, or songs in your soul. It’s a frown on a Unicorn.

It’s not about finding your happy. It’s that you’re to tired to look. It doesn’t mean the person doesn’t “like” or “love” things. It means that when they do the things they love they find no joy in those things. It means NOT doing anything at all despite how much you love something. It’s not knowing how to make others feel loved. A lack of compassion, and empathy. When one is depressed they don’t see that light at the end of the tunnel. They don’t see the great rewards. It’s the rain that never stops.

Many people were stunned about Robin Williams death! I replied “It’s the funniest, loudest, most artistic, creative, and joyful people who suffer the most!” He couldn’t believe it! You see it’s the happiest people who are the most conflicted inside. I don’t know anyone that is artistic or very creative that isn’t conflicted in some way. My normal may be your abnormal. Different people need different things in their life, and different people function on different levels of sanity. Everyone is unique in how they handle their struggles. What’s hard for one, is easy to another. Everyone has things that are hard in their life.

The happiest people have the most pain. When you hurt so much, so often, for so long you look for ways to cope. Being funny, outgoing, cheerful, and creative makes others happy. It becomes a coping strategy. If you can make others happy you will surely feel happier yourself right? This is only a temporary solution. Many depressed people just “fake it until you make it”. Sometimes its easier that way. People ask fewer questions, lecture you less, don’t judge you, and you avoid tons of unwanted advice. You don’t get those looks of sad eyes saying I pity you. People don’t post memes on your wall prompting “Don’t worry be happy!”, and they certainly don’t look down on you. Everyone loves a happy person, and is looking for a good laugh. Not everyone can be happy all the time.

When you’re the one making people laugh you can hide within the laughter. It’s like when you’re seven, and build a fort! You can hide, and by hiding you can create a sense of security. You carry heavy burdens weighing heavy on your heart. You keep your pain to yourself. You struggle alone. You cry alone. You fight alone. You feel alone although you might have everything. You feel alone although many suffer all the same. You know you should be happy but you become unsure how.

You may think a person contemplating suicide is weak. Or that one that did commit suicide was taking the easy way out. WRONG! Because when you’re so depressed, and suicidal thoughts start happening it’s about being free. Free from all the pain you harbor in your heart. Free from all the hurt, tears, disappointments, and burdens. It’s about not feeling alone anymore. It about not putting your family through hell anymore. It’s wanting no more physical, and emotional pain. It just wanting to be free…..It’s being tired of being depressed! It losing hope of ever finding happy again. It’s forgetting what happy feels like. BUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Their comes a point in one’s life you take off those crappy glasses, and say WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING? You feel the suns warmth on your cheeks. A child’s laughter causes your heart to flutter. Kisses feel genuine. You realize you deserve the love that you receive. You can say I AM WORTH IT! You feel beautiful once again. Food tastes great, and you smell things again. You WANT to do things. You find yourself making plans, and setting goals. Music is blissful, and books feel right in your hands. You have an urge to care for yourself, and others around you.

You want not only to make others happy you want to be happy yourself! You want to do good, and feel good. You don’t want to hide anymore. You want to be the person that so many love so much. You want to NOT be depressed! For some that’s easier than others. Getting better can be damn hard work! Some will need medications, therapy, meditation, diet, exercise, and a doctor’s care to battle depression. Others can rid it away with less but the battle is never easy. Depression is REAL, and it SUCKS!!!! It almost always requires treatment!

Depression is NOTHING to be ashamed of! If you’re depressed please reach out! If you truly feel you have no one FIND SOMEONE! If you need call a free suicide line, or chat with them! Join a support group online. Call a trusted friend or family member. Go to a minister, priest, Rabi, or other trusted religious figure. Please don’t suffer in silence, and please don’t suffer alone! And if you need the help of medication, your doctor/therapist so be it! There is no shame in treating depression! The only shame is NOT treating it! Believe it or not if you left Earth today someone would miss you! Don’t place that burden on others! Pull up your big boy/girl unders and deal with it! If you need help ask, because NOT being depressed is so much better than being depressed! Take it from me!

RIP Robin Williams! Now I understand why I felt such a strong connection to you. I hope you’re happy, and pain-free in the Great Beyond!

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Yes I Have Bad Days!


I am generally a positive person. I am well rounded, and most times I make the best of any bad situation. I am one of those people that sees diamonds in the rough, and treasures in the trash. I generally see the good in anyone, and any situation no matter how much it sucks. I like to laugh, and be positive. I choose to see the good in life. Even though I may be sick. I choose to find the good in my illnesses, and laugh about it. Yes there is good things about illness, and yes you can find things to laugh about. I just happen to have many things to laugh about.

I choose to flip the bird to people that whine, and are mad all day. People that let their illness consume them. People that can’t have a positive attitude, pull up their Granny Panties, and move on. People that think they are better than me. People that have lost the will to fight. People that are pricks. People that are mean to dogs. Prejudice people, bigots, and hateful folks. Don’t get me started on those twats that forget their kids in hot cars. The ones that forget their babies but not their cell phones. No Sir don’t get me started on those turds. I don’t have enough middle fingers, or a big enough stick for those folks!

The people of illness are no different than people in general. You have your people that are pist off about it. People that are indifferent about it. People that are thankful for it. People that do good despite illness making it hard to do so. People that are happy about it. Fighters, and people that never give up. Some people in the illness community amaze me. Some leave me stunned. With me yelling “WTF are you thinking?!” We are people all the same, and have many differences. Everyone is unique in the way they handle their illness. We only share some things in common. We share diagnoses, symptoms, doctors, and opinions. We are each unique in the way we’re created though. We cope with illness in a unique way. The same as life in general some cope well, some don’t, and many do a little of both depending on the day or certain situation.

Sick folks have lots of extras in our lives. Extra names assigned to us. Extra shit to carry. Extra things to remember. Extra places to go. Extra burdens to carry. Extra bills to pay. Extra creepy people to watch out for. Extra precautions to take. Extra dietary precautions. Extra medications to take, and lots of extra emotions. Those emotions come from all the unwanted advice from others, asshole doctors, careless family members, partners that grow tired of our illnesses, and the extra burdens we carry. Burdens of all the should haves. I could haves. The I need to. The I forget to, and the I didn’t do. I have many burdens I carry each and every day. Yet still I FORCE myself to be happy!

If I get an apple with a bad spot on it I cut that piece off, and consume the rest. If I cut my finger doing so I slap a Band-Aid on, and move on. Band-Aids make everyone feel better! Especially ones that are pretty! Well they did when you where 4 why can’t they now? I view life the same way. By getting rid of the bad in my life the good will shine through. If I have a bad day, and feel like hell I tell myself “well I am alive, and I woke up another day.” It’s not bad! Things could be oh so worse. Like I could be dead. But I am not so I will be happy about something. If I don’t get all the things done I wanted to I pat myself on the back for what I did get done. Don’t laugh I am super bendy and I CAN pat my own back. I can also itch it all by myself. This is just how I am. Most days this good attitude serves me well, and helps me fight day in and day out. But then there was that one day. This one time, and it wasn’t pretty!

What happens when the happy-go-lucky person is NOT so happy-go-lucky? What happens when all is doom and gloom in my neck of the woods? I would be a liar to sit here, and tell you people that I am happy 24-7. That I never cry. That I never get pist off. That I never want to place blame on others. That I don’t get down. That I never feel lonely. That sometimes I am not ashamed. It would be a huge lie to say that at times I am not an asshole.

Sometimes I say things I regret. Sometimes I get downright tired of being sick. Sometimes I loathe taking medicine, having a special diet, and all the other special crap I have to do. I get angry I can’t always do what I want to right when I want to do it. Sometimes it sucks always having to have a well thought out plan to go anywhere or do anything. I am not always right about everything. Sometimes I suck at being sick, and feel like a failure. I have days I miss what I could be doing that I can’t do any longer. Being able to do whatever I want right in the spur of the moment. I miss what I could do before. This happens to me! Anyone whom says is does NOT happen to them once in awhile is full of all things brown, and stinky. With tiny specks of corn, and Kiwi Seeds.

It’s okay to have a bad day. What is NOT okay is to have a bad day everyday. You have a choice to make your day a good one or to go ahead and let it be a bad one. Bad days keep us grounded. They remind us that life is not all candy, ice water, unicorns, rainbows, puppies, and kitties. But good days keep us going. They give us the will to keep fighting. To deal with all the stupidity we face in life. To not slap rude people, and to make good choices. To laugh in the face of all our hardships. Good just feels BETTER! But bad is necessary too, and yes even I have a bad day sometimes.


I feel people expect me to always be happy, carefree, strong, and funny. They look to me like I am some wise Yoda that always has a joke to tell, and a laugh to share. That I know all there is to know about EDS, POTS, and any other illness. This is an expectation that comes with big shoes to fill. Big HUGE Ronald McDonald clown shoes. It’s not going to happen people! I wear a size 3 shoe. A 4 at best, and a 5-6 sometimes because it’s the smallest fattest shoe I could find on the clearance rack. I cannot walk around filling your giant clown shoes people! I cannot be what I am NOT! Sure clowns are funny, cute, vibrant, and make you laugh. Some can do some pretty amazing tricks too. But so far the only magic tricks I have accomplished is to light my own fart. I have since been able to repeat this trick of magical wonder but hairspray will light a campfire. As a teenager once I packed 10 people in my Trans Am. The cops did not giggle with delight the same as I did at the circus when the clowns performed this stunt. Lets not forget though clowns scare the shit out of some folks. The sight of a clown makes many grown folks run away screaming “MOMMY” like a fearful 4 year old. Not something I want to portray! I don’t like to scare people unless they are doctors with bad attitudes. That deserve to be made to poop themselves.

I will keep on keeping on. I will keep on being happy. Seeing the good in all the bad. Counting my blessings. Thankful I woke up today. Appreciating all my friends and the family that accept me. Completing random acts of kindness. Being polite to strangers. Being the Mama my kids deserve. Being the friend my friends need me to be. Being a good partner to my hunny. Writing blogs to uplift you. Taking pictures to please you. I will do so with a smile on my face, and a joke in my brain. A joke just waiting to be told. I will be a laugh waiting to share it with you. Plotting my good deeds.

Then there was this one time……..the one thing happened to my cousins, neighbor, uncles, friend, bosses, baby daddy. Then he said, and she said and well it all just escalated form there. Then I heard “hey y’all watch this, and dude please hold my beer!” It wasn’t good folks!


Don’t mind me I will just be over here mumbling many words of profanity under my breath, and saying many out loud. Plugging in a movie so the noise of my kids won’t make my head explode. Today the “Mom Mama Mommy Mother!!!!” Is overwhelming to me. I am sitting here in my messy house. Eating whatever someone else cooks for dinner. Alongside my dog that farts. With my hair a mess, and my armpits a little rank. My legs are hairy, and my feet are dirty. I am feeling lonely and pist off! No one loves me. Everybody hates me. Guess I’ll go eat worms.

I am mad that illness costs so much money. Mad because it’s to hot for me to be outside today. Pouting because I would rather be at the river, but mad I don’t feel like going. Plotting…. Plotting all the ways I can be mad. All the people I can be mad at. Tallying up all the doctors that have done me wrong. Taking note of the family members that have turned their back on me, judge me, talk about me, and don’t like me. Missing the many friends I’ve lost over the years. Counting all the times I’ve been lied to, and all the opportunities I’ve missed. Making a list of all the things I DON’T have in my life. Ehlers Danlos Syndrome sucks! POTS blows! Mast Cell is like furry, stinky Donkey Balls! Intracranial Hypertension steals candy from babies, and Chiari is an asshole. My shunt is like a fat lady going through menopause. Everything is like fruit. The fruit no one eats soon enough and it attracts fruit flies. No not flies Dung Beetles. That’s it! Because all these illnesses are a bunch of HORSE SHIT!

Oh look a unicorn! A unicorn that is offering me a giant bag of Skittles. What’s does that sign he’s holding say? Free puppies and kitties? Don’t mind me. It’s been one of those days! Join me on my Magic Carpet Ride! Want some Skittles and ice water?


Dirty Little Secrets


I have been asked many times, and I’ve even asked others many times myself “What’s your fears?” That question goes hand in hand with the question “What are your hopes, and dreams?” They go together like peanut butter and jelly. Like ham and cheese. Milk and cookies or like southern folks and the saying “bless your heart!” Most of the time when people want to know your hopes and dreams they also want to know your fears. Not always is this the case though. Sometimes they can be separate. The same way I don’t like cheese on my ham sandwich, and my son likes only jelly on his. But alas I am sure you have got asked this question before, and if not you will. At some point in your life you will. When you’re sick it seems it comes up even more.

How would you answer? Everyone has fears! Even people that are not your scared types. I don’t know anyone that doesn’t have some fear of something or someone. Some people fear way more than others. Some people have more intense reactions to fear. For some fear brings about crippling reactions. For some it’s nothing more than “oh that scares me.” But you would never think they act scared. They are scared all the same. Some have many fears, and some only have minimal fears. Having fear doesn’t make you weak, and it doesn’t make you crazy.

For me fear never has been many things. My whole life I’ve been scared of turtles, and horses. If you where to see me around them now in my adult life you might not even notice. That’s because I have overcame many of the fears. Well somewhat overcame my fears. Not totally overcame them though. To get on a a horse still requires much self talk, and calming myself down. Fear, and horses don’t mix. Horses can sense your fear, and they act on it in a major way. But some fear still remains, and even being around a horse takes work for me. I don’t think I will own a pet turtle anytime soon. Those things just freak me the hell out! The way their head pokes in and out. However I do have a horse.

Fear changed for me when I became ill, and with illness it brought all kinds of new fears. Fears that are much more complicated than turtles, and horses. Fears that takes the wind out of my sails, and sometimes kicks me on my ass. Fear that shows so much so sometimes that it also scares my family members. These illnesses have also created fears for my family that was not there before. THIS makes me sad. I hate that I cause them to have fears that they did NOT HAVE BEFORE! I hate that I cause them worry. Most of these fears are felt by my hunny. Then also by my oldest children. They fear what will happen to their mother? My hunny fears many things, and this makes me sad. Very sad, and makes me feel very guilty. He tells me that he fears I will not wake up one morning. This eats at my soul! This shouldn’t be something a young couple should have to fear!

What are my fears you may ask? I will give you a cookie if you can guess! But if you have a chronic illnesses I can almost bet that know what I am afraid of. I can almost bet right now that you’re nodding your head, and saying “YEP! YEP I can totally relate to that.” I know that my fears are those of many folks that are ill. I know that I am really not that unique in the things I fear. But that doesn’t make it any less frightening. It doesn’t make it any more easy. It doesn’t being you much confront when you’re alone, and scared. It doesn’t hold your partner when they are scared out of their wits. It doesn’t help my normal friends and family understand me any better. It doesn’t help me NOT be afraid any less. It doesn’t comfort my hunny that nothing will happen to me.

What are my fears you say? I will tell you my fears, and I hope by sharing my fears it will help many of you know that you’re not alone in yours. I hope it helps you know that you’re NOT wrong to fear these things, and that maybe it will help your family know that are not being dramatic. That you’re not asking for attention. That you’re NOT playing games, and that you’re NOT crazy. And you’re NOT any different from most people that have a chronic illness. You’re NORMAL in the chronic illness world, and here in this world you’re like many others. You’re NOT a dramatic, attention seeking lush here. Oh no here in this world you’re THE NORMAL! You’re like many others, and you fit right in among the crowd here. And here in this world we have legit fears. We have reasons to be scared, and we’re NOT wrong for it.

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I am scared of dying. I am scared of leaving this world, and NOT having everything prepared. I worry that my family can NOT pay for it. I worry that my kids would be without a mother. That my hunny wold be without someone to hold at night. I worry that he will have to do all the things parents do, but that he would have to do them alone. I worry that he will no longer have someone to say “remember when?” To share the memories of when our kids talked, walked, rode their bikes without training wheels, got a boo-boo while climbing to fetch the cookies we hid from them, and I worry if he can go on without me. I worry what life will be like without me in it. I worry that maybe he couldn’t do everything we do together alone. I worry about who would help him if I left this human world? Who’s shoulder would he cry on? Who would hold him, and listen to all his fears. The things I do now? Who would kiss my kids boo-boos? Who would bake them cookies, and make their favorite Birthday Cake? How would he pay for a funeral? How would he even plan a funeral alone? But that’s not all! That isn’t my ONLY fear. Oh boy are their many more!

I worry that my family may grow tired of me. That they get sick of having to care for me. I worry that they will grow sick of their house not being spic and span, and not always is there a dinner waiting for them. I worry that they will grow tired of me because I can no longer play with them everyday. That I lack the energy to be Super Mom. I worry that I am not the best wife that I could be. That I am not the best friend I could be. That I am the lame sister. I worry that people will grow tired of me. I worry they will get angry about all the events I miss, and the things I can no longer do. I worry that love isn’t enough.

Love can conquer many things. But can love conquer all the complications that illness adds to it? I am a dreamer, and I always see the good in others. So much so that many times this backfires, and I get hurt by it. I always assume people are good, and want to do good things. Meanwhile they may be the most mean, and corrupt people. They do things that hurt others, and sometimes I sat there in disbelief. In my mind everyone is good, and intends to do good things. I worry about the burden I place on my family and my hunny. I worry because when we met I didn’t have all these health issues. I could do much more than I can do now. Am I letting him down because I changed? Yes I know the whole “In sickness and in health thing” of marriage vows. But we wrote our own vows and we didn’t promise this to one another back then. Sure we promised one another forevers, and always. But………..what if? What if love is no longer enough?

Is love enough? Is that enough to patch the wounds that illness causes. To sooth his heart when I am an asshole because my pain is so great. Who can comfort him through his own illness when I am to sick to do so? Who will make his favorite supper when I am to sick to. He says that it’s okay that I don’t. But does he really mean it? No amount of beauty, and no charm can soothe the heart of your lover. Even the most beautiful person can be ugly. The best marriages suffer sometimes. And illness is like an ultimate test. A test that offers no grand prize, and no all expense paid trip to Hawaii. Some win, and some lose. Some play because they feel they have to. They feel it’s the thing to do, and they are obligated to do so. Is my hunny only remaining because he feels he has to? Or does he stay because he chooses to?

What happens when one grows tired? What happens next? When will it happen? Or will it ever? This fear is one that is very overwhelming, and at times feels like an elephant on your chest! What do we do about these fears? Do we sit around, and worry about them day in and day out? Do we plan on the “what ifs”? Do we make an exit plan “just in case”? Or do we put it all aside, and just live our lives? Be happy, and live? The choices we must face day to day. The choices we face when we’re are ill? The guilt we feel. The burdens we carry.

I can’t tell you how to live your life! I cannot tell you what to do, and when. I cannot tell you how your life will play out. I also cannot promise you that your life will be all puppies and kitties. I cannot promise you that your lover will never leave you or that your family will always understand you. I cannot promise your doctors will always be kind, and that your illness will get better. I cannot promise you friends won’t grow tired of your and leave your side. I cannot promise you everyday that you will smell the roses. That things will always be easy. In fact what I can promise you is that at some point you will get hurt. That you will likely have bad days, and that some doctors are going to be pricks. I cannot promise you a Rose Garden. In fact my gardening skills suck!

What I can promise you is this! I have fears, and that it’s okay for you to have fears too. It doesn’t make us bad, stupid or crazy! It only proves we’re human. We have feelings that humans feel, and we cannot always control what or how we feel and when we feel it. It’s okay to be scared, and it’s okay to have fears! What I can tell you is this. NEVER STOP living your life because you’re scared! Let that fear motivate you to live harder, longer, happier, and more free!

Much love to you all! Now go out and live! Live even when it hurts! Do what you love and NEVER regret!


Self Talk & Negativity Not A Good Duo


You have done it at some point in time. I don’t think I have met anyone that has not done so in my lifetime. I see it all the time. I see it on Facebook, Google, Twitter, blog posts, in private message, and even in text messages. I hear people doing it when I talk to them on the phone. I hear it in public places coming from adults, and children’s mouths. I see people in my own family doing it, and I have even done so myself. What is it you ask? What is it that is so bad that I speak of? It’s negative self-talk. It’s saying things to that are negative. Some say it out loud. Some write it in letters, emails, text messages, and private messages. Some do so in everyday conversations. Others do it in private because a part of them know it’s wrong.

There are times I find myself saying negative things to myself. I sometimes find myself saying things like “you’re so fat” or “I am such a fat ass”. Many times I have said to myself “why am I so stupid/forgetful/dumb?” I find myself saying things like “your writing sucks people only say it’s good to be nice to you” or I sometimes have said “you don’t help people. You just think you help people”. There are times when my hair won’t do what I want it to, and I will say “My hair sucks! That is why it doesn’t look good. If I didn’t have such coarse hair it would do what I want it to do.” Then when my kids are struggling or maybe having trouble in school I have found myself saying “it’s because you’re a bad mom”. I have said to myself “no one loves me!” There are many other negative things I have also said to myself.

I am writing about self-talk. It’s those conversations you have with yourself when you are alone. It might be what you say about yourself to others. It’s the things you say to yourself usually when times are rough. It’s when you are upset, sad, angry, or in pain. It’s when things don’t go your way. When something doesn’t happen like it should many people blame themselves. Many times people say these negative things out of habit. Here is the thing. There is nothing more of a turn off then someone with low self-confidence. There is nothing sexy about someone saying “I am so fat and ugly”. There is nothing that makes a smart person look dumb faster as when they say “man I am so stupid, and can’t do anything right”. There is nothing that makes a confident person distance themselves more than a person whom thinks badly of themselves. Confident people get tired of lifting people up that have poor self-confidence. It gets old fast always having to reassure someone they aren’t dumb/ugly/fat/stupid/worthless, and their hair is fabulous. Who wants to tell someone over and over they are a great parent/friend/sibling/co-worker.

Have your ever met someone that is beautiful to you, and you don’t really know why? It is likely they are confident of themselves, and that confidence shows. It shows in the way they walk, talk, speak, and carry themselves. Ever notice how you can have two people side by side, and one is as beautiful as a model on the cover of a magazine, and the other might be short, overweight without the greatest fashion sense, and wear glasses. The “beautiful” one can have a bad attitude, and zero confidence in their self. The other person can have great self-confidence, and a great attitude. Notice how you are drawn to the happy, self-confident one? They seem to have a happiness that soaks from their pores, and you just want to be in their company. You care what they have to say, and how they feel about things. They are beautiful to you, and the people around them. Yet the one that is “beautiful” according to society standards just turns you off. You feel awkward talking to them, and you don’t know what to say. Conversations feel forced, and in your mind you are planning an escape route.

People are naturally drawn to happy, confident people. I think that is because deep inside we all want happiness, and we try to stick with those we believe will bring us happiness. We want to be near happy people because we know it’s contagious. Plus who doesn’t want to laugh, and smile every day? It has taken me time, and hard work to not talk bad about myself. To not say the cruel things I have mentioned above. I tell myself this negative self-talk is not okay. When you talk bad about yourself your self-confidence gets lower, and lower then you find yourself at a low point. Maybe you’re depressed, sad, and angry. Then pretty soon you find yourself on a mission to make others believe these negative things you think of yourself. You find yourself mad at people that pay you a positive compliment, and you feel the need to argue with them. There is a part of you that wants to make them unhappy like you are. If you aren’t happy, why should they be happy? They might tell you that you’re beautiful, and you feel the need to say “no I am not. I am fat, and ugly. You are only saying that to be nice.” Most times people don’t pay you a compliment if they don’t mean it. They TRULY mean it, and that’s why they say it. People say things like “no you don’t look fat in those pants” to be nice. They don’t want to really tell you that you look better in the ankle length skirt because they don’t want to hurt your feelings. Most times people care. They care about how you feel, and what you think. Most people say what they feel, and are honest about it. If your friends, and partners don’t say nice things, and compliment you often then you need new friends. If your partner doesn’t make you feel beautiful, and tell you often how much they love you then you should reevaluate the relationship.

You can start to take your life back by committing to NOT talking bad about yourself. You need to slowly build up your self-confidence one day at a time. Before you say anything to yourself or about yourself think about this. I know many of you have small children. If you don’t have a small child I am sure you have a niece, nephew, cousin, or neighbor that is a small child. Before you say anything ask yourself. Would I say this to a small child? Would you call a small child fat, ugly or stupid? Would you tell a small child they are worthless? That they can’t do anything right, and they just screw everything up? Would you tell them that if they had better hair it would style better? Would you tell them they are worthless, and lazy? Would you tell a child with a chronic illness that no one will ever want them because they are so sick? Would you say to them because they are so sick is why no one loves them, and they live such a pathetic lonely life? Would you tell them they don’t deserve to have any friends, and people don’t value their friendship? I think the answer is a big-giant-no! If you wouldn’t say these horrible demeaning things to a child why are you saying them to yourself?

The answer is simple really. If you said such a thing to a small child you would hurt their feelings. You might make them cry. It might make them angry. You might even do some permanent damage saying such cruel things to them. If you told a child such cruel things it would likely make them depressed, and want to give up. Why do you value yourself any less? Why do you think it’s okay to hurt yourself, and say such horrible things about yourself? The answer is it’s not okay! You have to stop this negative self-talk today! I know it might be hard if it’s something you have done for a long time. Start small by saying out loud one good thing about yourself a day. When you are looking in the mirror point out the good features you see in yourself. If you feel you don’t see anything good then keep looking! There are beautiful things about you I promise! Say them out loud. Also if people pay you compliments say those to yourself over, and over until you believe it! If someone tells you that you are good at something repeat it to yourself. Ask your trusted friends and family members what they like about you. Write those things down to read on your bad days. Leave yourself notes saying positive things like “you’re strong” “I am beautiful”. This is something you should do daily! Every day you should say something nice to yourself!

I think often you will find many different people are paying you the same compliments. If many different people tell you that you’re a good writer it’s because you’re a good writer! If many people compliment your art it’s because it’s because you’re a good artist! If many people tell you that you’re a good friend it means you’re a good friend! If they tell you they love you then it’s likely they mean it! There is nothing more beautiful than a person that believes in themselves. That has confidence in their abilities, and values the person they are. Confidence wins hands down every time. Beauty comes in all shapes, sizes, colors, heights, cultures, and any health status. Flawless skin, a skinny ass, being tall, and wearing nice clothes doesn’t make you beautiful. Being kind, having a good attitude, being happy, and loving your self does! Try it! You will find when you do many people will seek your company. It comes naturally to those that truly are happy.

I think good self-confidence is a must when you have a chronic illness. Your body is changing, and your life has changed. Many times your life has changed permanently. You can’t be upset or down about your illness forever. Sadness and depression makes any illness worse. I am not saying happiness, and a good attitude will cure you but it sure makes your days on this earth more worth living. Blaming illness is the reason you are mad, sad, and depressed. It only goes so far. It’s okay to be mad, sad, and depressed about your illness sometimes for a short while. But not all the time! The thing is you must acknowledge when you feel like that, and do something! I have illnesses that are never going to go away. They are stuck with me, and I was born with some. To blame my illness would mean I would live the rest of my life placing blame. Where is the accountability in that? Sure my illness is the reason for something’s to have gone sour in my life. It has cost me to not be able to work anymore. Cost me a ton of money, and physical pain. Illness has caused me to lose friendships. It has caused me many arguments with family members, and some family members are yet to understand. Likely they never will understand!

That same illness has helped me make friends! It has allowed me to feel closer to some family members. It has given me more time to write, and more things to write about. It has given me a chance to help other ill people. It has made me realize I don’t need negativity in my life so I focus my time on those that love/like/care/cherish me. Those that don’t dig me can go be amongst themselves swimming in Lake Negativity. I would rather have just a few devoted friends and family, than a bunch of friends and family that are assholes to me. There will always be some friends, and family that choose to build their house on Denial River. You will never see eye to eye with everyone. At no point in life will everyone believe your life is what you say it is. Just leave those people be. Spend the majority of your time having a nice picnic on the beaches of Positivity Ocean where the water is warm year round. Everyone there gets along, and will accept you for what/who you are.


It’s Illness not a Competition

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When I was younger I was on a swim team. This was very competitive, and everywhere you turned someone was encouraging you to do better. That you could swim faster. You could swim a longer distance. They pushed diet, long practices, good sleep habits, and many other things. You where always encouraged to be competitive. That you should swim to win, and if you didn’t win then you needed to swim harder, longer, and faster. Even my parents told me “go faster” as did everyone I knew. It was a sport, and sports are competitive. Some people
where good at the backstroke. Some did the breaststroke the best. Others it was butterfly, and freestyle. You always had those that could do them ALL great. Those people where the ones that swam medley. Others like myself always swam a relay, and you swam the stroke you did best. Relays forced the four people swimming to work as a team. Each one being great at a certain swimming stroke, and others swam what you were not go great at. Those relays taught me a lot about the real world.

The swim team in general taught me a lot about the real world. It taught me that is was okay to not be good at everything. It taught me that I was good at something, and it was okay to be able to do certain things better than others. It also taught me I was NOT good at everything, and that was okay. I learned that I could take my strengths, and combine them with others strengths, and together we made a team. Not only where you a small team of four when you swam a relay but also the team as a whole had to work together to succeed. Without those others, and when I was forced to do a medley on my own then I likely would not succeed. My success in part depended on the strengths of others. Because you see I sucked at the butterfly. As good of a swimmer as I was the butterfly was not my thing! I could do it sort of but I was slow, and awkward. I could make up for lost time in a medley because I was so fast at freestyle. I always lost so much time doing the butterfly. It just was not my best stroke. It didn’t make me a bad swimmer because I could do so many other things very well.

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You know what they say. Good outweighs bad. This was my best life lesson of all time. I learned that if a person had a lot of good qualities it was easy to forgive a few flaws. I learned that not everyone could be good at everything including myself but that didn’t mean I should stop trying. I finally understood that I needed to admire others strengths, and talents. I also needed to compliment others for their strengths and talents even when it hurt. Sometimes it does hurt us when others can do something better than we can. I would rather make others happy than to be unhappy myself. This makes it easier to compliment, and encourage others. Everyone is good at something! Some people are good at many things, and some people only a handful of things. But they do those few things so well because they are not busy “being good” at many things. Some would rather focus on a small number of talents vs many. You have to find what you are good at, and roll with it. And remember it is okay to be wrong, to make mistakes, and to be bad at something. No one can be good at everything! Cherish your strengths, and embrace your flaws.

You may wonder how all this applies to the world of illness? You have heard that saying “Keep swimming” well I always think of this when I am having a hard time. I remember when I was a kid, and I just had to keep swimming. Even when I was hard I always kept swimming I had others depending on me. I know I have to keep going. Giving up is not an option. I know that there is going to be something’s I will not be good at, and I will need to ask the help of others. Something’s I will not be good at, and that’s okay. I realize the importance of a good team. Everyone that is ill with a chronic illness needs a good team behind them! They need doctors that know how to treat them many times this is more than one doctor. It also means having physical therapist, occupational therapists, therapists, and a good pharmacist on your team. Construct your team of caregivers to fit your needs. Part of this team should also be an emotional support system. Have on your side friends, family, and maybe even co-workers that are there for you. Surround yourself by those that support you in your time of need. Some find this emotional support by way of social media, and online support groups. It helps to have someone who knows “exactly how you feel” this is where support groups are a valuable asset of chronic illness. Everyone needs a shoulder to cry on when they are upset. It is nice to have someone who will listen in your time of frustration. This is crucial in living with a chronic illness.

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One thing I do NOT understand about life with chronic illness is people’s need to be competitive. Why there are people out there that have to be sicker than others? Some it’s a competition of who has the most illnesses, the most bills, least friends or the worst family. Others it’s who has been treated the worst by medical professionals. Then there are others that always have the best. They claim they have the best doctors, partners, friends, family, and insurance. Often these same people claim they have the best treatment plan, outlook on life, and the best attitude about it all. They often have advice to give even when you don’t ask for it. Often these folks have attitudes “if you pray hard enough” “have only a positive attitude” or “exercise enough and only eat the right foods” you will get better or be healed. Anyone with a chronic illness has come across these folks. Some have these types of people in their own family. Everyone has that one friend who behaves like this. Sadly there are even some doctors, nurses, pharmacists, and therapists that think this way. What’s an ill person to do with these types of people? What do you say to them? What should you not say to them? How do you properly react when they are family or longtime friends? These behavior HURTS! All a person that is ill wants is to be understood, and if you don’t understand then have some empathy. Many of us desire not sympathy! We only want people to understand that our lives with illnesses can be incredibly hard.

I remember once I was in a support group, and I watched on as another member was telling about their illness. They explained that “yes you can have pain, and symptoms” even when your illness/injury is considered small by doctors standards of severity. They explained that being ill is not by the book, and everyone is different. Some have pain when things are considered small, and minor. While others illnesses are considered severe, and remain asymptomatic. At that moment another person then lists all her illnesses one by one. There were many illnesses, and it was a long giant list. On the list was some very severe illnesses listed. No one knew what to say to this other person. Many felt that she was competing to have the upper hand in the “who has the most illnesses”, and “who is the sickest” of the group. Or was it she was just reaching out, and needed support at that time? We were confused, and didn’t know how to react. I knew not the perfect words to say in that situation? Many times there is no convincing someone there is no need to compete. That it is not a competition. This is not the high school debate team. Many people will love, and support an ill person regardless. Many don’t care of the severity or the number of illnesses you do or don’t have. To many they only see you as a friend, and embrace everything you do, or don’t do. Friends love unconditionally, and friends should not compete with one another. Family should understand, and if they don’t then one must consider distancing themselves somewhat. You must do what is best for you! What brings positive to your life, and keep negativity to a minimum. Negativity only makes things worse!

If a person ever feels that they need to have more illness, or have more severe an illness to gain ones support then they need a new support system. If they feel that they only way to get attention is through illnesses then they need to get a new hobby. This is NOT the way to get attention or a claim to fame. Then it makes people not want to take anyone with an illness serious. Just because someone who is ill doesn’t always talk about the bad things that happen to them doesn’t mean that bad things don’t happen. Most see no point in sharing everything, and dislike the attention their illness brings. In my mind things aren’t that bad, and I think I am not that sick. It doesn’t mean I am NOT REALLY very sick. Being sick and having issues is just my normal abnormal. It is what my life consists of on a daily basis. I really know nothing else at this point. These illnesses are a part of me, and I can’t change it. It’s better to just embrace who you are. If people don’t love you just the way you are then you need to get new friends! If you like attention then get it in a positive way. Make people laugh. Be a writer, patient advocate, artist, or just be the best person you can be. Kindness goes a long way! And if all else fails color your hair blue. That always seems to work.

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