If you have been reading my posts for a while: you know I was painfully shy growing up. I was not shy around my family, friends, or anyone not a stranger. My shyness came from being bullied in school. I thought if I made myself less visible by being quiet the bullies might not notice
Tag: Faith
This is a companion post to “How and Why My Faith Underwent A Transformation.” Find that post here: https://thrivingwithcerebralpalsy.com/2019/12/01/how-and-why-my-faith-underwent-a-transformation/ The pandemic brought on anxiety for a lot of people. I was not exempt. Trying to hide my anxiety from those who know and love me best was exhausting. My internal tension made itself known after
This is only the second blog post I’ve ever written in real time. I’ve dealt with my fair share of bullies throughout my life. I’ve also dealt with well meaning people who say mean things with the best of intentions. In other words, people who don’t consider what they said to be mean. I say
I want to address something I’ve written on before, but I keep getting asked in some form. “Where does your positivity come from? I don’t know how you are.” First things first: I do have bad days. Sometimes, I have a bad week. Usually, when that happens (as is life now and then) I won’t
I’ve always tried to do my best to thrive with my condition…even before I knew that’s what I was doing. I have never wanted my condition to slow me down. I want to go full steam all the time. Being there the best way I know how for everybody who matters to me is important.
This is a very special blog post. I hope you’ll indulge me. Today this blog’s social media accounts combined hit a big milestone. Over 2,000 people follow this blog through various social media accounts. I honestly feel like crying happy tears. This is the kind of milestone I could only dream about when I started
I’m crying happy tears. My personal Facebook page memories, today, remind me my blogging adventure has God’s fingerprints all over it. I had no idea I used the word thriving to refer to how I deal with my CP. It wasn’t conscious. It’s just what I try to do. My chosen brother/journey partner kept encouraging
When I was in high school a classmate who I also went to church with me said, “You should be put in a bubble and shot so that way nobody else gets hurt.” I remember being stunned. That’s when I first dealt with someone who hated me. I couldn’t make sense of it because this
I have a very different perspective on aging than most people. I wasn’t supposed to have one birthday let alone anymore according to doctors when I was born. I’m a literal miracle. I see every year as a gift from God to carry out my half of the crazy/beautiful journey. I welcome aging because it
Self-love is difficult for everybody. It’s harder for me. I have balance like a toddler. My right hand is a half a hand at best. My limbs don’t do what I want them to a lot. I know what my limbs should do, but when they don’t I get frustrated. Tiredness is something I have