The Sorrows are not the end.
Our Lady of Sorrows Image by leandro_monsieur from Pixabay It's been a tough week or so, flaring like crazy and purposefully not taking medications I had been on, like Gabapentin for nerve pain. It's a battle. These types of battles are exhausting. The flare has been bad, toe-curling at times, but I think I am coming to the tail end. I hope. This is life with a chronic condition that keeps you pretty much homebound and isolated. It's frustrating. I've been trying to write more because, I don't know why, but it feels right for me and always has. In spite of the fact that typos are aplenty and my fingers ache, I feel like I am honoring a part of me that has always been there, a little girl yearning to learn and sharing what she has. Although I couldn't muster up the energy to do many posts, I did peck at the keyboard and utilized copy and paste for searches. I did research into John David Norman, Francis Shelden, and all the rest, including my own intersections...
