Presumed Immunity

It's been quite some time since my last post!  So much has gone on, but isn't that the way it is with life; whether health issues, family matters, job responsibilities, or daily distractions, it seems there's always something to interrupt our plan for the day!  Nevertheless, I've found my way back and, rest assured, this blog, "Presumed Immunity", is going to get quite real in the upcoming months!  Stay with me; you won't want to miss a single post!  It's not every day we're afforded the opportunity to read about 'real life' events with a positive twist.  The majority of the people we come in contact with on a daily basis sugar coat their life, entrusting you with only the things they want you to know; when, unbeknown to them, you were hoping to find a connection with which you could relate.  In the end, you're left feeling even worse than you did from the start, thinking you're all alone in this old world, for no one could pos...

To blog or not to blog…that is the question.  There are countless blogs on fitness, recipes, crafts and DIY projects, but far and few between are the blogs that delve deep into the mind to offer cold, hard facts….cold, hard facts about life…life, in general. One of the beautiful things about life is our individuality.  Without diversity, this old world would be more than just humdrum. There is much beauty all around us, but often we fail to realize the beauty that lies within each of us.  Our own perception of life and all that ‘should’ be is all too often tainted by what we become conditioned to through the media and through this media we have grown delusional about things like body image, careers, parenting, and how we should behave, whom we should marry, and the definition of success.  As a result, when the storms of life rush in like a flood, we become overwhelmed, discouraged, depressed, and, in a sense, our own worst enemy.  Our pride stands in the way ...

Life is full of uncertainties, for nothing is guaranteed.   As a child, we don’t dream of marrying into an abusive relationship.   We don’t dream of someday having grandchildren with disabilities. We don’t dream of spending our lives having to struggle, only to find nothing is ever enough.   No, childhood dreams, for many of us, are what fairytales are made of. I remember the counselor asking if I thought I was a Princess that expected everything handed to me on a silver platter.   No, I didn’t think I was a Princess.   I simply had higher expectations; expectations of having peace, for once….   p eace from all the fights and arguments I had spent my entire childhood listening to, as well as expectations of happiness free from domestic turmoil and  f reedom from chaos, the drill sergeant, the smell of hash as it seeped through the vents into my room at night.   Was I wrong in believing that I had received an ill lot in life and deserved bette...

Wouldn't it be nice if there were a vaccine that would ensure the storms of life would simply pass us by?  Sadly, I must say there isn't.  On the bright side, if you're reading this, chances are you have recently gone through one of the many storms in life and are in search of something or someone to help ease the pain; to offer some sort of comfort to help calm your fears, and make you feel less alone. You, my friend, have come to the right place, for that is precisely my reason behind this and forthcoming posts. I, personally, have spent countless hours searching for answers...in a poem, a song, in prayer.  Alas, the many search engines...only to find a few candid accounts for which I could actually relate. In life, many storms will come our way.  Some are no fault of our own.  Some, however, are a direct result of the choices we make.  We're told all of our lives there are consequences for every decision we make, but far too often we fail to conside...

There are countless blogs on fitness, recipes, crafts and DIY projects, but far and few between are the blogs that delve deep into the mind to  offer cold, hard facts….cold, hard facts about life…life, in general. One of the beautiful things about life is our individuality.  Without diversity, this old world would be more than just humdrum.  There is much beauty all around us, but often we fail to realize the beauty that lies within each of us.  Our own perception of life and all that ‘should’ be is all too often tainted by what we become conditioned to through the media and through this media we have grown delusional about things like body image, careers, parenting, and how we should behave, whom we should marry, and the definition of success.  As a result, when the storms of life rush in like a flood, we become overwhelmed, discouraged, depressed, and, in a sense, our own worst enemy.  Our pride stands in the way and, as a result, we are unable to reco...

I honestly believe I was headed for a stroke before I quit my job.  Nevertheless, when I quit, I was at the point of exhaustion.  My life, once ‘rose colored’ in comparison, had become one that was filled with upheaval.  My eldest daughter was on meth, had recently been arrested on the grounds of the church she’d attended most of her childhood for having a meth lab, and what’s worse, was the talk of the town after her arrest aired on the local news.   My middle child, confused and disillusioned by whatever pill she was taking at the time, left her three young children and husband to live with a man she barely knew, while I attempted to work two jobs and attend online classes, all the while trying to maintain my sanity.  To make matters worse, I had recently been diagnosed with mixed connective tissue disease, lupus being the prime culprit.  The medicines prescribed to me apparently played a part in my ultimate near stroke experience. ...

You know, for most of us, when things are ‘rolling’ along in life…job, home, family…we don’t stop to consider just how frail life really is….how our life really is ‘hanging on a thread’.  Simple, everyday choices we make can send us on a spiral path that lands us so very near to ‘rock bottom’.  ”Oh, no, not me”, you say.  Well, I once thought the very same thing; for my life was what I call ‘normal’.  I worked in the accounting department of a reputable state agency, lived in a spacious home, and was able to do many things that I wanted with my time and money.  I couldn’t understand why people couldn’t find jobs, why they were homeless, why this – why that.  …but… I became ill.  A hemorrhage on my brain brought about neurological symptoms including confusion.  The most routine of tasks became difficult, to say the least. I was unable to think clearly.  As a result, I quit my job.