The other day I was out walking my dog in the rain. She looked up at me and dropped into a play posture, then bolted away, splashing in the puddles. I did the only thing I could think of. Continue reading
Baggage. We all have it. I have a small luggage rack full of great triggers waiting for unsuspecting victims. How much baggage we have isn’t what’s important – it’s how we manage it.
A while ago a young member of our online support group posted up an important question:
“Will I ever be normal again.”
My heart went out to the poster. I’ve been through exactly that countless times in the last 15 years. I didn’t have the heart to respond to their need because the answer isn’t clear cut.
“Normal” is a myth. Nobody is normal.
I can’t do it. I can’t handle it. I’m too sick|fat|stupid|weak|ugly.
No matter what the voices tell you, it’s not true. You have within you the willpower to guide the creation of your universe. You just need to develop it.
Diagnosis + 8 Years
Imagine the perfect day for your favorite sport. It was a gorgeous August day and I was ready to kick ass on my local (lift-equipped) mountain bike park. Continue reading
Stress is stress. Physical, work, emotional, it makes no difference. It drains you and reduces what reserves you have. One of our prime tasks as people with adrenal issues is to find ways to remove or (at least) manage stress. But what happens when that stress is from a relationship?
You either cut it out or you put a box around it.
Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. – Albert Einstein
So why is it that we tend to do exactly that? We don’t change our habits and we expect to get better.
Screw that. It’s time to change. Continue reading
I’m starting to understand my personal recovery process more. There’s more to it than the obvious recovery of mind and standard physical aspects. My adrenals are part of this recovery process, lurking in the background, recovering at a totally different pace than everything else. Continue reading
Wise words to live by. You’d figure after this many years I ‘d know there are extremes in my life. One day you feel great, then next … wham, you’re hit by a truck.
Sometimes literally. Continue reading