Trying to remember a life without this illness seems like an impossible task, both because it feels like I’ve suffered with this for a lifetime and because my sense of self is very much lacking. 590 more words
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A few months ago, I was a nursery coordinator for our church. I turned to God for everything. I prayed, I listened to Christian radio stations, I tried to remain diligent in my reading of the Bible, but there was something happening that I couldn’t ignore. 1,047 more words
Sorry everyone, we stuffed up.
We the baby boomers.
Our parents came out of surviving the depression and World War 2 determined to make the world a better place, and determined that their children (us) would know a safer era than them. 416 more words