Flare - when the going gets tough

Thank you, Love He takes care of the dishes and laundry, pays the bills and vacuums the floor; and while I'm still working, grabs the kids when he's done, and takes them to the grocery store. He does yard work with the kids on the weekends, or takes them out to the park — he takes care of all things I cannot do, because my body likes quiet and dark. I participate in our morning routine when I'm able: two kids, two adults, it's fair. I also own bath-time and bedtime, of course

The wheels turn — ancient cogs, gears with perfect teeth pushing into one another in mathematical cohesion... ...do you believe in karma?...

Savor the small things— The little joys that flirt right around the edges of your attention. Savor them. Make them last. Swirl them...

I'm falling apart in slow motion, each piece floating away from my core as I stare helpless. The farther it gets, the more I forget what...

during a flare; I’m feeling dehumanized I am just a broken mind living in a broken body, seeing the world through a broken lens—...

I'm angry at myself at the world at pain and at noise; at the futility of my attempts to live without pain. It is no longer pain but an...

Chronic illnesses can be weird. They like to travel in groups so if you have one it's likely you have a couple others tagging along for...

I am defeated. It happens. They come and they go— the highs and the lows as natural as the waves or the tides, or the wind;...