by Callie | Sep 28, 2017 | beautiful, chronic disease, chronic illness, creative, creativity, encouragement, hope
I have designed this blog to be a place of inspiration and hope. I want it to feel like you just sat down on the couch, in front of a fire, with your favorite drink, surrounded by a bunch of friends who want to help you through whatever you are going through. With...
by Callie | Sep 21, 2017 | beautiful, chronic disease, chronic illness, creative, creativity, hope
I quote from my big green book quite frequently on Instagram. I love this old book. I like to think that it was just waiting for me to find it, all these years, as it sat, in the second row of books, on the back wall, at the used book shop. It was published in...
by Callie | Sep 14, 2017 | chronic disease, chronic illness, creative, creativity, diagnosis, discouragement, encouragement, Grief, hope
After I came home from the “death session” (the cystoscopy which diagnosed Interstitial Cystitis), I found myself in a new predicament: I felt foreign; like an alien in my own skin. My thoughts were broadcasting in German, or Russian, or some sort of combination of...
by Callie | Aug 17, 2017 | chronic disease, chronic illness, parenting
Sometimes having a chronic disease is more than I can handle. Sometimes being a parent is more than I can handle. Sometimes doing both is like staying awake to watch a movie past ten o’clock in your thirties: impossible. I’m coming up on two years since IC...
by Callie | Aug 4, 2017 | beautiful, chronic disease, chronic illness, creative, creativity, hope, Uncategorized
Today I want to blubber about breakfast. I know it’s quite the detour from chronic illness support and my “youzhe“, but while eating breakfast in the Starbuck’s of our hotel in Nashville, as I glanced over and saw the disheveled family sitting near us, it dawned...
by Callie | Jul 20, 2017 | chronic disease, chronic illness, discouragement, encouragement, hope, Uncategorized
I’ve had a tough week inside my skull, a place I like to call my turtle shell. It’s a place I retreat to, especially when things are not so spiffy, and sometimes I catch my thoughts ricocheting off of every wall. After several months of minimal, almost zero symptoms,...
