If you have epilepsy and if you're thinking about your independence, if it hurts that there are some things that you need a little help doing since becoming diagnosed, don't allow it to consume you not a second longer. It's okay to ask for help.
I remember as a child pressing my thumb to the soft-rubber up-or-down channel buttons on the remote and watching the screen jump to Cosmo Kramer bursting through Jerry's door, or Eric Matthews dancing, calling out his principle and neighbor, "Feeney! Fee-hee-hee-heenay!"
After some self-reflection, I've realized that I go clubbing for all the wrong reasons, the main one being to meet other guys for romance. After months of doing this with very little success, I can confidently say that alcohol and grinding is not the way to find a well-matched suitor.
Today is day 3, and we're doing alright. Yesterday we had 14 children round to play all morning, and another 3 in the afternoon - filling our home with those truly amusing humans Hannah loves and creating a chaotic normality indeed!
Is it odd and unconventional and hard to explain to new people who enter MY life, yes it is. However; I wouldn't change any of it. To see my daughter smile, to see my friend happy and to see my ex find the love he deserves makes me happy.
When Charley brought home an adorable mini pig named Otis, he was a little nervous to see how Bella the pug would react to the newest family member. Thankfully, their owner filmed their first encounter because it's too precious for words!
Moving to another state where you know no one is often difficult. It's even harder when you have no friends that you can confide in. Your real friends are 800 + miles away back at home and you must make new ones, which isn't easy.
I have a vision of building the world, of inspiring a new way of thinking, of raising human consciousness. This is a big dream -- too big to accomplish on my own. That's why I built my ark and populated it with the best, most inspiring friends I could find.
My delicious friend Micki appeared at my door two years ago and promptly began to purge my closet. I was suddenly lightened. I hadn't lost anything, I had gained. Unencumbered, gravity had morphed into grace; in that magical transformation was an opening.
Despite my frayed feelings, my instinct was to forgive Sarah. Growing up, I'd been exposed to enough religion and pop psychology to believe that "to forgive is divine," and that dwelling on the past can only bring misery.