Over the next few days/weeks, I will be posting blog posts from my old blog. A part of me wants to remember the girl before the illness, before the diagnosis. This particular piece is from June 16, 2015. I am sitting on a hard mattress in a cottage in sunny California. It's the last … Continue reading How to be confident when you are an orange in a barrel of apples
When I was a little girl, I was told that I would never walk. I had been diagnosed with cerebral palsy and the doctor's outlook was grim. It never crossed my mind that they were right. I asked God to let me walk and He said I would walk, so I believed Him. A surgeon … Continue reading Hope on wings like eagles
One of my favorite prose pieces is “Eleven” by Sandra Cisneros. In the piece, she proposes this idea that we are not merely the age we are but a collection of the ages we have been. We experience the ages we have been in response to situations we are in I am 27. I recently … Continue reading Nothing is ever wasted
One of my favorite childhood memories is of my summer at baseball camp. It’s one of the stories I tell a guy I’m interested in because I want him to know I’m not just a cute girl in a dress. Probably the most interesting part of the story is that I had only been walking … Continue reading Baseball Camp
By Day 3, I know God is fighting for me. For someone with a mental illness, treatment is justice. I tell the doctors that I never knew a brain could feel like this. So clear, easily untangling the irrational thoughts that float into my head.