I have not always been vocal about my mental health issues. But I have always written about my feelings. Somewhere (in my unsorted chaotic mess of teenage stuff) there were books and books of my ramblings. But those were lost somewhere along my timeline. If I am truthful, it is likely I did a BIG … Continue reading Am I a resilient thing?
The cabin is dark. Beeps and bings fill the room. CAMP. There are some muffled groans. Everyone is sleeping. CAMP. I am once again rummaging through all my crap. I'm having another hypo. I need a juice box. And a granola bar. And my glucometer. Where the hell is everything!?!?! It is early. Really early. … Continue reading CAMP is a Four Letter Word: Part 10
Diabetes is a hot mess. And for a long time, I have allowed that mess to isolate me. A more accurate statment is that I isolated myself because of the mess. The disease not only makes you a hot mess, at times, but is so misunderstood it itself is also a disaster. And it can … Continue reading Mi Diabetes No Es Tu Diabetes But We Can Still Be Friends
We view the world with more than just our eyes. If we allow ourselves to. While a nice visual offers you a lot of observation, much more can be absorbed by what you view with your heart. And even though the heart can be a funny little pulse of emotion sometimes, what it gathers and … Continue reading Tuned Up
The Main Lodge errupts with laughter and chaos. CAMP. Dinner is fabulous. But the air in the Lodge is different. CAMP. You can feel a change sweep the large, rustic room. It is a shift. A turn. The people in that beautiful, big space have all changed. Whether they realize it or not. With dinner … Continue reading CAMP is a Four Letter Word: Part 9