I’m tired but wide awake. This feeling is not new but my reaction is. After about an hour long internal conversation with self, I launched my response…..

I hated you when we first met. Seriously, I had no clue how to handle you or what to do with you. I’ll never forget all those nights in 2019 that you drove me to my breaking point. The dance would last sometimes 24, sometimes 48 and even up to 96 hours at a time…..

I’ve got loads of material on the topic of sleep. Over the past 2+ years it’s a bodily function that I’ve developed quite a relationship with…..

Fuck you MS and your debilitating ways. Fuck you for keeping me up at night. Turns out, I’m pretty awesome at running on fumes if I have to. And turns out, my husband sleeps just fine despite the drugs he sometimes has to take to subside your flare-ups. ….

This past week, I received my latest round of blood work. According to the practitioner who reviewed the results with me, “Your blood work looks great. On paper you look really healthy.” Great news indeed! However, there were a couple of things that caught my eye…..

No clue. This whole perimenopause thing has been quite dramatic. I should have expected nothing less considering the history I’ve had with my uterus…..

I have proven to myself that I have no issue sleeping. I sleep. I sleep well…..

I chose to look at myself, really look at myself in the mirror November 4, as I wished myself a happy 48th birthday. What did I see?

As with everything now-a-days, you can find loads of information on the internet about most topics; fibroids included. In my posts, I’m trying to avoid giving you a copy and paste of what you can find from a Google search. What I do want to offer is my story.

Having dessert is no longer reserved for special occasions. Actually, sometimes it’s after lunch and dinner!

I am so grateful nowadays when I get a good night’s sleep, and especially when it comes without a struggle to fall asleep.

I’m not judging people who use a substance to deal with anxiety. I wished back in 2019 that it would have worked for me, but it didn’t.