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,...
by Callie | Jul 15, 2017 | chronic disease, chronic illness, creative, creativity, hope, Uncategorized
My husband and I have lived in our house for four and a half years and I am finally painting our bedroom. I hate painting. I hate painting trim the most. I hate priming the trim even more. I was considering my dark feelings toward the process and I came to...
by Callie | Jul 13, 2017 | beautiful, chronic disease, chronic illness, creative, creativity, diagnosis, discouragement, encouragement, Grief, hope, Uncategorized
It seems obvious, but half of the terrible things you go through as someone with a chronic disease are caused by other people. And that’s sad. Rather sad. Ruthlessly sad. One should not have to prove their pain, and yet, most of us with chronic disease have had...
by Callie | Jul 8, 2017 | beautiful, chronic disease, chronic illness, creative, creativity, discouragement, encouragement, hope, Uncategorized
I brought my kids over to make “pigs in a blanket” at my grandparents’ this week. They played with giant bubbles, rode on my mom’s rocking horse from the 1950’s, and ran around the billiard table my grandpa keeps in the basement amongst items from a bygone era. On one...
