Third Time Through These Doors
For the third time, I walked through those hospital doors hoping for relief from relentless pain. This is what it looks like to keep showing up through chronic illness, motherhood, exhaustion, and faith.
The Belinda Moment
For Valentine’s Day, my husband and I took a small weekend away to go to a concert. The show wasn’t until Saturday night, so we spent Saturday morning traveling to…
When Strength Stops Working
Nothing prepares you for the part of chronic illness where “being strong” stops working. Not the diagnosis. Not the surgeries. Not the endless appointments where you show up, answer the…
Hope Folded Small
Right now, I’m writing this from bed. Again. The same spot I’ve been in for most of the last month… the place where time blurs and the ceiling starts to…
The Quiet Collapse
It’s Monday afternoon, and the house is quiet in a way that would normally feel peaceful… but it doesn’t. The kids left for school after eight. Since then, it’s just…