I got super busy planning the wedding that I almost forgot to tell you all about it! Even though I had a whole year to plan, I, your typical procrastinator, ended up doing most of the hard work at the… Continue Reading
“I just don’t like people.” I have said this phrase before. I am going to let you in on a secret. IT IS A LIE! I mentioned in my previous post that some things can be good, even great, for… Continue Reading
I wrote a post recently, Positive Distractions, in which I listed six things you can do when feeling low or anxious or just really ‘meh’. I have been thinking more about the things I wrote in that post and thought… Continue Reading
I have yet to meet another person with Tourette’s who does not also have at least one comorbid condition. For me, there has not just been one, but at least three of these ‘cousins’ as they are frequently called. There… Continue Reading
This past weekend was quite difficult. My head jerking tic came back with a vengeance. It has been painful and exhausting. After a day or two, I realized I had a giant lump on the base of the back of… Continue Reading
Tic, tic, tic They keep coming, one right after another…tic. I can’t stop them. I can’t hold them back to where I started at a stand still. Breathe. Relax the muscles, sore from the movements are back. A swing… and… Continue Reading
This is a great conversation topic that my former pastor, Chris Owensby, brought up on his social media accounts. I replied twice on Twitter and once on Facebook. I still could not get all my thoughts out with those three… Continue Reading
This is my razor blade life. It’s sharp and it cuts like a knife stabbed in my heart. Shadows in dark corners, sewn together like pieces ’till no light and no sun are seen anymore. And all I’ve ever wanted… Continue Reading
I can write a 20-page letter to someone in which I share my deepest secrets and fears. When I write, I can say things that I have never told another soul in my life. If I sit down to talk… Continue Reading
Stories written in lines horizontally, diagonally, some thick, some thin, scattered and organized. Stories I started. Gruesome and ugly, sad and distorted, somber and dreary. Words carefully engraved, composed by such pain. Their purpose unclear ’till the author’s replacing. Gathering… Continue Reading