My desire to be the best grandmother I can be is one of the most important things to me. That these children don’t have to see the side of me that my children did. Not towards them, but towards my abusive husbands. Although, some days these little ones give me a run for my money.Continue reading “My Desire To Be Their Grandma Jill”
The alarm goes off, I spring into action. Shower, brush my teeth, do my hair and makeup and tend to the pets. Wake up honey lets go have coffee I tell my husband. Can we go see the grandkids today? I ask. Do you want to visit the cabin? It is so nice this timeContinue reading “Life Is Good…When I Want It To Be”
It has been nearly two years since I started the Rituxan infusions, my quality of life increasing with each one. When I first started the infusions my vectra score was a 58. Which meant my disease activity was severe. My most recent blood work shows my vectra score at a 3. Down 55 points. YesContinue reading “Rituximab saved my life!”
What a blessing it is to be alive. To love and be loved..
Those lips and how they made me feel, I’d sell my soul to taste them once again. Never had anything felt so real, Thoughts of you pour like rain. I don’t fight them anymore, visiting me in my dreams. Are you just as you were before, We, you’ve forgotten it seems. Nothing ever felt soContinue reading “Young Love”
Put on your best smile, go that extra mile. Be courteous and nice, don’t ever think twice. Lift up one another, be your neighbors brother. Love with all your might, don’t give up without a fight. Ask for nothing in return, be the example so they can learn. Be you, let your light shine through.Continue reading “Be You!”
I really hate that when you are in the chaos of bipolar sometimes you don’t even know it. Taking some time for me at the lake. The rest is much needed from about three weeks of mania.
It was at the young age of 15 that I thought about killing myself. I didn’t feel like I was enough for anyone in my life. I felt abandoned. I started drinking and smoking pot. Not a lot. Just trying to kill the pain. I always have felt lost. Everything has to change all theContinue reading “Confessions Of A Disoriented Blogger #2”
In all honesty, I turned 50 and slid right into menopause like I have had lots of years experience being a monster. I do not like menopause, no I do not, not one little bit. I don’t think my husband does either.