Yes, You’re a Mess & We Need You Anyway

I like to only show up as my best self. I prefer to only show up when I feel nearly-perfect. Perfectly dressed, perfectly poised, perfectly POSITIVE, perfectly inspiring, perfectly kind, perfectly communicating with others. I have high standards for myself, and that's ok. But, sometimes, it's not. When perfectionism keeps me from participating in life … Continue reading Yes, You’re a Mess & We Need You Anyway

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I’m Not that Type of Girl…Am I?

They wanted me to wear a heart monitor for 30 days.  I told them, "No." I'm not the type of girl who needs a heart monitor for 30 days. Am I? I am healthy, fit and strong. I tell myself that every day. I want my ears to hear those words, constantly. I am living … Continue reading I’m Not that Type of Girl…Am I?

Out of Survival Mode into…ON FIRE!

I have lived in survival mode for most of the last decade, since the recession came and swept away my pride and savings, and the death toll began to rise in my life. But, a few months ago, I decided to change everything about the way I think and live in the world. Following the … Continue reading Out of Survival Mode into…ON FIRE!

An Extraordinary Life Makeover, That Started With a “Chainsmokers” Show

Everything changed at a Chainsmokers concert in November. I am living an extraordinary life now, and it all started with one night, standing on a VIP riser, drowning in bass at a Chainsmokers concert. Back in September, I had a major relapse of seizures. I'd gone 110 days without any seizures over the summer (summer … Continue reading An Extraordinary Life Makeover, That Started With a “Chainsmokers” Show

I Hereby Grant Myself Permission to Be Shitty

Six weeks ago, I started seeing an amazing new doctor who finally diagnosed this mystery illness that has made me so sick the last two years. He has begun weekly IV treatment along with a host of other alternative therapies that are finally starting to give me my life back after two years of countless … Continue reading I Hereby Grant Myself Permission to Be Shitty