Today, I lost it. I’m not proud to admit it. In fact, I’m embarrassed. But I strive to be open and honest, so here’s the truth: I completely lost it and blew up at my amazingly wonderful husband.
Some background: Three months ago, Keith and I packed up our amazing 1-bedroom apartment that overlooked Fenway and set off for our newest adventure, which happened to be moving to a quaint New England town in Northern Massachusetts. We have been very lucky here, living incredibly close to some friends who closer to family than friends. Unfortunately, I degenerated severely at the end of June through the end of July. I had an increase in seizures, dystonia, and sleep requirements and a decrease in muscle tone, weight, and mobility. Luckily, I have managed to rebound and am only slightly below my previous baseline. Also fortunately, our “family” – including my biological family (my mom!) – was there to help us through everything from the medical to the move and unpacking. We are incredibly blessed to have such an amazing family – biological and acquired.


