I've written a million times.... OK maybe a thousand... about how horrible it feels when a writer cannot write. It's the same as when a painter can no longer paint, a farmer can no longer farm (yes I realize these are all references to things I do) but you get my point. My passions and … Continue reading Finding my words
I have never really realized where some of my behaviors have come from since I got sick. There are certain things I've started doing since I became ill, that I recognize that I do. Like isolate during pain flares. But there are plenty of things I haven't realized yet, or am just starting to recognize … Continue reading Sometimes I just go away… but I come back…
Yesterday I couldn't do anything all day. Well, that's not true, I actually painted all day long, non stop, but I could barely get up from the couch just from pain, fatigue, and plain not feeling well. The painting was a great distraction and amazingly I felt creative, and was able to focus on it, … Continue reading 2 AM Start
My last Doctors appointment was the first one in probably 2 years I did not leave and immediately have an emotional break down over. After every appointment I have the same reaction, with any of my Doctors. I cry. I feel hopeless. I then feel angry. Then hopeless again. Then eventually this level of acceptance … Continue reading Snowy Saturday and an update
I've been living in houses heated solely with wood since I was 16 and left home. You'd think I'd be good at starting fires... and the truth is, I actually can be if I have the right things and take my time. I know how. But in the house I often like to rush in … Continue reading The morning fire
The Chronic Farmgirl 