2016 was war. 2017 was peace. 2018 is euphoria.
Not a big fan of my looks, but the spirit is more important.
When I was deaf and dying and all that, I spent most of my day watching Netflix and writing on this blog. I fantasized about finally being busy again. Fantasized about having seemingly endless energy (I’ve been sick my whole …
I declared war against my cystic fibrosis after a lifetime of being a victim. One year ago, I won.
Turning nightmares into dreams.
Thank you, Leia, and thank you, Carrie -- for helping me celebrate another milestone of victory.
In 2012, my psychologist told me I suffer from an overactive conscience. It's been spiritually crippling, but I'm ready to fight it.