“Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who tells you differently is selling something.” -The Princess Bride In the midst of everything, hope for healing and reprieve feels toxic. It’s that place where you cannot unring the bell, un-say the things, or dial back the crazy. Just ride it out. But, even the idea of the light at…… Continue reading when hope feels toxic
Two days ago, Children’s Hospital’s ER in Seattle called with a request to treat Rachel. Rachel has been at a treatment facility in Seattle since last August to learn coping mechanisms for the several different diagnoses, including self-harming behaviors. For the past couple of months, Rachel hasn’t been eating much. In the last month or…… Continue reading currently . . .
I sat in the waiting room in the pediatric wing of the hospital, clutching a thin file of papers. My thick, leather-bound journal jammed into my purse, stuffed with a pen inside. I steadied my stainless travel coffee cup on my knee, trying to open the top. I knew we were going to wait forever,…… Continue reading the fight