Guilt Ridden

Fibromyalgia. I write about this topic far too much on this blog, or so it feels. However, today’s piece isn’t so much focused on the symptoms or recent flare up, as much as it is […]
Fibromyalgia. I write about this topic far too much on this blog, or so it feels. However, today’s piece isn’t so much focused on the symptoms or recent flare up, as much as it is […]
After a busy work week, I took my exhausted, yet excited ass on the road. I was on my way to spending the weekend with my awesome girlfriend. She lives about an hour to an […]
I’m a day late on this one but for good reason. I purposely avoided social media yesterday. Distancing myself from the white noise made the day easier. Especially when the day serves as a bittersweet […]
Fibromyalgia is a bitch. Being a male diagnosed with fibromyalgia is an even bigger bitch. I do not wish this illness upon my worst enemy, as it has consumed a significant part of the last […]
I recently appeared on a podcast to discuss attachment styles with best-selling author Marissa Faye Cohen. Check out the series below! https://www.podbean.com/ew/pb-aj6bc-11c7c61 https://www.podbean.com/ew/pb-xt4mz-11d2754 https://www.podbean.com/ew/pb-qwbyd-11ef10d https://www.podbean.com/ew/pb-qwbyd-11ef10d
Fridays are for fun! My idea of fun this last Friday was driving an hour to meet with my accountant and do my taxes at 8:30 in the morning. Friday? More like Fri-yay! Am I […]
I’ve been burning the candle at both ends. I actively took steps to alleviate stress, engage in self-care, and utilize my support system. However, it might have been too little too late. To no one’s […]
People do not like change whether it is good or bad. We like to have control. We like knowing potential outcomes and feeling like we have some influence over it. However, reality demonstrates time and […]
This week’s therapy session took a deep turn. A few days prior, I fell into a funk of sorts. Feeling overwhelmed by illness, work, and family stuff compounded on top of one another. By the […]
This week kicked my ass metaphorically and literally. The shit show started off with a stomach bug that knocked me on my ass. For 48 hours, I was bedridden and blowing chunks. I could not […]