My presidential fellowship year brought with it lots of internal pressure. I wanted to represent my mentor, university, myself and everyone who loves me well. Every one else had no doubt I would, but I definitely did. I remember having many conversations with my chosen brother/journey partner about the pressure I felt. At some point
Tag: Faith
The day I turned 17: nobody I invited showed up to celebrate. After it became apparent I had been stood up, on my birthday, by people who claimed to be my friends: I cried pretty hard. I couldn’t imagine why anyone would do such a terrible thing to someone they claimed was a friend. When
When I was 16 I had to take geometry. I have visual perception problems so I struggled a lot. I almost failed and wouldn’t have been able to go to college. I was able to get an outside tutor who instantly knew my problems went deeper than math. I’ll never forget the first session with
This blog post has been on my heart for quite sometime. It just took me a while to get the courage to write it. Today is the day. Here’s What I’m NOT: A mistake: God doesn’t make mistakes. I was made because God has a purpose and a plan for my life. God created everybody
Have any of you had a day or days where you feel completely unloved, invisible, or not good enough? Yeah, me too. Today was one of those. My empathetic self was in overload all day long. What do I do on days like today? I have several coping mechanisms I use. They are in no
Having CP isn’t easy. Anyone who says otherwise is lying. I found ways to cope with the really awful days and weeks. I have spastic quad CP, which means I have too much muscle tone in my body. It also means all four limbs are involved. The left side of my brain sustained more damage.
For those of you who think I have all the answers: let me dispel that right now. I don’t. No, definitely not. I think of having CP as an adventure in understanding my body, myself, and understanding how to advocate for myself and others. This is related to my very early blog post about mindset.
My second year of undergrad my grandmother, who was a widow for several years by that point, was diagnosed with dementia and hallucinations. My grandmother and I never really understood each other, but I love her. She loved me the best way she knew how. Her husband was Kirk. If you read this blog regularly:
I had my recheck appointment for the awful sinus infection I’ve been fighting that went untreated for months. It was another disastrous doctor’s appointment. The staff forgot why I was there. I’m here because I was asked to come in for a follow-up. “Oh.” The doctor comes in asking about my diagnosis. This is not
I’ve been bullied, due to my condition, my entire life. I’ve heard words no one should have said to them…EVER. Is it fair? Absolutely NOT. Is it right? No. Sometimes, experiences make me sob. Sometimes, they make me introspective. Every now and then: experiences make me angry. When I was 17: A few teachers got