The light through the leaves showing a glimpse in shadow of what is hiding behind.
The misty rain leaving mirrored specks of light on leaves.
The hawk perched on the oak limb.
The wind gently brushing through the leaves.
The butterflies flitting along the breezes.
The songbirds’ flight.
The candle’s flame.
The empty room.
My heartbeat.
My breathing.
Only reminds me of you.
September 1, 2020
I have wanted to share more, to be more transparent, in an effort to help others who may be in a similar spot to me to not feel so alone. I’ve wanted to do this via Youtube because there is something about seeing another human that helps us feel not so alone in our struggles. And I’ve tried. But I have to be honest…
I have spent most of the last 13 years of my life avoiding talking too much one very specific topic. My chronic pain. I never wanted to focus on it outwardly because it rules my life hindering so much of what I want to do with my life and how I exist day to day. Beyond the cursory acknowledgment of it I didn’t want to go into what it actual is like living with it. In short - a nightmare…
I have a lot of feelings about the new year. I love planning and creating systems and organization so you can imagine I love a new year turning. There is something about it that feels like a blank slate - and my calendar is yet blank for the new year (anyone else a paper planner person?). The harsh reality is - I will still have trigeminal neuralgia …
