How could he suggest I needed help? Was my physical condition so far gone we had to pay someone to care for our home? I had a choice.
This is how God made me, designed through the genetics passed down from generation to generation on my mother's side and my father's side.
Feelings of insecurity and worthlessness were sparked by guilt over my chronic disease.
I could hardly contain my happiness. It was a reprieve, a time of relief, and a moment of mercy.
Going under the speed limit, that's annoying. When someone else is slow, it becomes a frustrating game of patience and self-control. What if the slow person is you? Something's wrong with your vehicle, you feel terrible, and embarrassed. You wave those behind you to go around and mouth "Sorry" as they pass. When I get a Rheumatoid … Continue reading Under the Speed Limit: An RA Story