I heard myself in another mother at the beach today. The gentle but firm, almost cautious tone.The endless listening as her child did not respond to her questions but continued to share the internal mental dialogue that was running in his mind.The timers, and gentle reminders.The carefully expressed, calculated front loading.The patience and softness in her heart as it was …
A Love Letter to My Illnesses (and Body)
This is not a letter of martyrdom, but of radical responsibility. For the choices I did and did not make and the actions I did not take. Although I understand that we operate in systems, families, communities, and everyone plays a role that impacts the other, this is my responsibility to own – and doing so, empowers me. I’m sorry. …
