There are many words that could be used to describe me, not the least of which would be writer. Being a writer is what I’ve always wanted to be; it is what I am and it is what I am becoming.
I am also a woman. Mother of two. Wife to a charming, intellectual man who makes me laugh. A member of the LGBT community, and an intersectional feminist, I try to write things that are accessible to everyone.
I am disabled. I suffer from multiple sclerosis and anxiety. I am also bipolar, but that’s the least of my worries. I suffer from regular bouts of depression, and for a while, I also suffered from post-partum depression, post-partum anxiety, and borderline post-partum psychosis. My worst symptoms are fatigue, memory loss, and concentration issues, and that says nothing about the crippling pain or severe anxiety that deprives me of sleep.
I am sarcastic, quiet, and I get flustered easily. But I am just as likely to laugh as I am to cry.
Questions or comments are welcome.