the dementia robbing my dad (and all of us) of his brilliant, beautiful, loving mind. The suspicion that I’ll soon be in its clutches as well. The beautiful longing so many of us have for authentic community. Why can’t we find each other and make it happen?Kirsten
wanting the people I love the most – including me – (and also most people I don’t know or love) to be free of deep suffering….the kind that takes our breath away, pushes us to our knees, breaks our hearts into millions of pieces, leaves us feeling utterly alone and bereft, keeps us up at night…and makes us wonder how we can – or if we will, or if we want to – go on for another minute.Irene
Type 1 Diabetes and Hashimoto’s thyroiditis. I have two endocrine systems in manual mode. It’s exhausting having to manage these bodily systems that can’t manage themselves.Rebecca
the stalking and rape of my teenage daughter. Our family has been devastated by these unknown perpetrators.Jo
Depression and anxiety. There is mitigation; however, no true cure. The darkness and fear either loudly tap or softly rap at my door. Ever-present; ever to be dealt with. So many therapists; so many meds; so many “therapeutic hours ” – (45 minutes actually!); so much misunderstanding of the conditions I live with. Is this a pity party – perhaps; nevertheless, it is my reality. And another thing, – will Alzheimer’s claim me as it did my mother? Will I no longer be able to escape into books? Music? Dreary thoughts on a sunny day.Virginia
