Day of the dead festival – Limbo

Just a short post about spending last Saturday night at the day of the dead festival. It may seem like nothing to others but, for me it was a big achievement 🙂

Laughter is, and will always be, the best form of therapy

Sometimes the hardest part about having a chronic illness is not knowing what is next. Will I ever feel better? Will the pain ever become bearable? Will I be able to work again? Have all of my plans for the future become dreams rather than achievable goals? It is hard to have a vision for…