Some days, it's tough to show a smile. There is a huge mask on my face and I am walking around, helping others and lending a shoulder or a hand. It does not take a lot to be kind to others. There are so many hurting people in the world. Somebody has to remember their stories. But for the traumatized person, there is no such thing as saving grace for yourself. Your story does not matter. Everybody deserves better except for you. Anything you can do to help is our only role in

This might be a little angry in tone, everyone. But seriously... I think a lot of disabled people can relate to this. Being told to be grateful for what we have and what is available for us to use. Like it's special treatment in allowing others to participate in society. Like it's their fault that special things were put into place. That their set of standards are always the norm and we have to be judged by them. #ChronicallyWriting here. And today, we are exploring a common

It's always said that it's lonely at the top of the mountain. It's the same with chronic illness. Our world becomes our illness because each day depends on how you feel. While I cannot fall back on that as much as others (because I have nobody else except my husband and he too is disabled), this #ChronicallyWriting will tell you how tough that part is...and how hope sometimes comes unexpectedly. These days, with the unpredictability of my illnesses, I like staying close to ho

Chronic illnesses are often invisible. Many people can look normal by talking and walking. For all you know, it's taking all of their...

Just came up with a new batch today! It's not a bad day. The sun is out and it's supposed to be warm out. Music and reading got me...