So there I was, paintbrush in one hand, wine in the other and on the easel in front of me, a blank canvas. I am far from an artist, very far in fact. 838 more words
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Why do people keep trying to convince me that I’m able to have kids?
Ok, I know the answer. It has to do with them wanting to give me hope, them not wanting to see someone give up on something wanted, them not wanting to admit that they might also fail to have the children they want… them them them. 1,069 more words
I was chatting with a few people about my chronic illness writing when one mentioned a friend with fibromyalgia who also has some cognitive issues. She asked if chronic pain and cognitive problems could be related. 388 more words