The Toxic Spiral of Looking for Purpose in Suffering

I made a promise I intend to keep with every fiber of my being: if I got a second chance at all the things I loved and took for granted, I wouldn’t waste it this time on fear and self-doubt. I was gonna live.

This Tickaversary post is purposely, joyously, and miraculously late. I had a feeling long ago that it might be, and I began so many...

Can I respect everything in its season – winter, exhaustion, rest, grief? Can I honor Sabbath, transition, liminal spaces, unknowing?

Post-Coronial dystopia

Tricks and Treats for Getting Off Antidepressants (not-medical advice from not-a-doctor)

What remission from chronic Lyme is NOT is a sudden restoration to 100% health. A new life is here. And there’s no road map. Now what?

I’m in a new territory – the “Remission Purgatory” as I call it. A space in between sick and healthy.

Hating yourself will literally destroy your brain and body with illness. Hating your self will destroy your view of God and love for others

If I want to heal, know God, and be restored sevenfold, what should I expect but a whirlwind? When God sends a plague, it sets people free.

2020 | installation | medical paraphernalia | 24" x 69" x 45"

I can’t believe it’s “only” been 4 years since the “ Summer of the Ticks. ” It seems like a lifetime ago. In many ways it was – I am a...

People think of recovery as tomorrow being better than yesterday, every day, every week, a little stronger. But Lyme-MSIDS recovery, like th

Instead of lamenting the weekend I found the tick that changed it all, I will celebrate surviving thus far!

There is a time to break down. There is a time to weep. There is a time to mourn. There is a time to be silent. Take it, and have peace.