Right now I am thinking about the unconventional therapist who first, offered me her pot of yellow roses, then insisted on her beautiful cactus.
"You have to bring them back to me," she said, "you have to promise," and I cannot forget the look in her eyes.
Humans. Bizarre, intriguing and beautifully
Pre dental surgery anxiety flared, my IBS went crazy and I felt so so sick. My breakfast wanted to come up. And it sorta did.
"It's just a routine thing, just a routine thing," I muttered to myself like a mantra. But anxiety is a hell of a thing.
I'm sorry I've not written in a while. I've been busy trying to survive with fibromyalgia (you know, eat, sleep, work, repeat). 87209
I finally transferred my blog The Invisible F to a self-hosted platform.
I'm still trying to iron out some kinks but in the meantime I need to ask you my subscribers to re-subscribe using the sign up form. As it stands, you will still be able to see my blog posts
…in the throes of life’s seemingly unforgiving storms we often struggle to see past our tunnel vision.
Thank you so much to Fibronacci of the blog www.fibronacciblog.wordpress.com for nominating me for the Creative Blogger Award! 86729
“…the sound of silence on mental health problems hurts. It devastates, and sadly, in some cases it kills.”
Thanks to Karen of The Life and Times of Lady Karen Blog for her amazing review of my book Living the best life with Fibromyalgia!
C.S Lewis knew what he was talking about!
I had to share this old post with you. The message is still timely.