Hope. When I have nothing left in me, when I have no more spoons and no more energy and no more tears to cry, I have hope.
The last two nights, I’ve had dreams about my partner cheating on me. I wake up in the morning with a giant pit in my stomach, the kind that comes from a dream that just literally makes you sick. And... Continue Reading →
Recently, I was talking with another spoonie. She was talking about the stigmatization she faces not only from the world but from her own family regarding her mental health diagnosis. Her family keeps telling her ‘just be stronger,’ ‘just get it... Continue Reading →