Getting diagnosed—and treated—for chronic Lyme disease was an exhausting and endless ordeal. Only one thing helped.
“Finding solace through trusting God became frustrating.”
My child casually peeled their T-shirt off; I was the one who felt exposed.
“Why do the stores still have that insulting name?”
“This is a great place to raise children. Except when they die.”
“You’ll feel like a baby,” she said. But I didn’t want to feel like a baby.