“Everything is worse at night. Everything.” Said my mother to me yesterday, after I had a particularly awful night, which led to an agoni...

“Princesses, they’re just like us.” My friend Christina once commented that on Facebook, under a picture of Princess Kate. You know, the ...

While I was in the psychiatric ward, and could still write a little, I wrote: “BETTER DAYS AHEAD.” It was more me trying to convince myse...

*The turkey artwork is courtesy of my Kindergarten son.* When I was in college, the United States was involved in conflict in the Middle ...

This photo of me was taken at the Mayo Clinic, on November 6, 2018. It was at the height of the dark days of my recovery from autoimmune ...

Everyone has an idea and a way for me. I’ve accepted that’s just part of living with a monumental illness.

My newfound time and perspective on life have given me all sorts of nostalgia. Feelings of longing for the past.

Everything about autoimmune encephalitis scares the bee jeebies out of me. It’s horrible to face your own mortality, but also eye opening.

As my health improved, I became less fixated on life’s uncertainty, but I remain lonely.

Figuring out how to educate our children and keep them safe, is a big part of our new daily routine.