I pushed my laptop aside and curled back swelling with nausea, stomach creaking like a rusty hinge while my head swirled. All of my plans to sit down and write this post and others vanished and I was once again constrained by the limits of my body. I take pills every night to treat bipolar disorder. They keep my mind stable and running steadily along but I still deal with physical side effects from those meds that often derail my best intentions. Those days are hard. It’s difficult not to …
I Am My Mother’s Daughter: A SheLoves Post
I help to situate her after she’s wheeled back from X-ray. Her face hushed in pain, teeth gritted, face hollowed out and wincing. She lets out a slow and shaky exhale and I blink back my tears, but one escapes and rolls from my chin, plopping obscenely on her hospital gown and staining her with my grief. I came from her body. And maybe this is why her pain resonates in me. When she lies shattered in the hospital bed, it’s why I keep checking behind the curtain to see if someone will come ease …
When Honesty is Our Invitation: A GraceTable Post
I answer the door in sweatpants and a raggedy old t-shirt. I have three-day unshowered hair scooped up and pulled into a haphazard bun, greasy strands escaping the restraints of my elastic rubber band. I don’t have to swipe lipgloss on or part my lips in a smile. I don’t have to make small talk, I just unhinge the lock and swing the door open without hiding behind it. I let them in without first swiping mascara on my lashes or vanishing in a cloud of dry shampoo trying to hide the damage of the …
