Author Archives: thebadgerspath

Growing up in unending turmoil there were many normal experiences I never knew. I wasn’t able to remove myself from the constant dysfunction until I went to college, and it was in my senior year that I finally found peace. Of course, as with any life, issues arose from time to time in the yearsContinue reading “Peace”

2019 came to a close in stunning success. I had hoped for a year of healing and progress, and that’s just what I had. My hopes of 2020 were to continue on that trajectory, and that’s absolutely not what I had. In fact 2020 spiraled out of control and no one seems able to findContinue reading “2020”

I feel like I’m running up a down escalator, against a strong wind. I’ve been doing it continuously for so long that my body is exhausted despite making no upward gains. Soon I’ll have to collapse and be eaten by the claws at the bottom.

A childhood riddled with abuse that streamed into, to a lesser degree, my adulthood has made me rather robotic emotionally. My physical health is basically a poorly built machine comprised of shoddy parts and whenever one part fails it causes another part to overwork until it fails and dominos. But by the time the repairmanContinue reading “Robotic”

I had the fantasy all of my youth that I would come across and be accepted into a loving and caring family. That’s literally all I ever wanted – to live with good people who loved each other. In my fantasies sometimes they were foreign aid workers I met on the job, sometimes they wereContinue reading “Chasing a Dream”

Sometimes I feel like I have a defective body and a defective personality. I’m just a defective human.

I started a new therapist about a year and a half ago. Instantly I liked her. She listened, she spoke – it felt like a real partnership in my health and wellbeing. I spend an hour with her every week in difficult and trying topics. It was great having an interactive therapist who truly wantedContinue reading “A Therapist’s Betrayal”

The American Dream. Only a few years ago my husband and I were at it. We built a beautiful dream home on land we liked, no kids but a house full of loved pets, and good jobs helping others.But the American Dream has no room for the sick or their caregivers.After all, sickness is forContinue reading “The American Dream… For What Americans?”

We’ve discovered that if I don’t have to concentrate on propelling myself then I have just enough energy to participate in my surroundings. That means whenever we go to public spaces, whether a shopping trip or fun activity, we get me a wheelchair. I confess I’ve cried a little each time. I’m not ready toContinue reading “Wheels Out”

Endocrine, gastrointestinal, cardiovascular, neurological, and so much besides. I’ve gotten to a point where I have so many problems that I can’t even pinpoint why something is misfiring anymore. I can’t control my physical capabilities. I can’t control my emotional reactions. I can mostly control my verbal responses but not the tone I use toContinue reading “Control”