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.

After all, drinking cold coffee may be guaranteed, but tomorrow isn’t.

Please take away from this piece that I have some thoughts about coping with grief, not that I read old lady magazines.

In my new weird encephalitis world, there are two types of people: patients and carers.

As painful as it is, I’m now a card carrying member of the “Encephalitis Club.”