I always cry when I leave Midtown. And if the tears refuse to flow, the knot in my throat stays and reminds me that the sadness and the sweetness of January 2021 is still there. It’s been over a year. OVER a year. And I still go visit. Sometimes I just need to walk through the doors maybe and see…
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TRIGGER WARNING: This post contains images of me on a ventilator, among others displaying the gravity of the situation I faced in an attempt to make a point of the splendor of a very special moment and the power of a really tender, loving God. They are not graphic in nature, but hard to look at for close family and friends…
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So….what now? It’s an odd question to ask yourself on the eve of your child’s first birthday huh? Yet, I find myself sitting here typing on a blog I rarely post on, posing the question as if someone will offer direction. It’s not the first time I’ve asked this very question, since delivering Banks one year ago on January 15th….
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This November marks a YEAR since I was diagnosed with the percreta. I’ve come such a long way and so has Banks. I’m so joyful at where we are but I have so much I have processed and want to say about everything. So, I decided to write letters. It just seemed fitting. Over the next several weeks I’ll share…
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Jon used to call me out-often-on being so negative. I blamed it on my personality type or Enneagram number claiming it was just who I was as a person…..but I don’t think that’s the case. I think out of fear….and a LONG relationship with codependency…I just sort of felt more comfortable being miserable. It gave me energy. Exhausting energy, but…
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