First post since spring (and let’s real, probably my last post for another few more months 🤪) is for my incredible, caring, kind, talented, loving and silly as fuck love of my life. Who would have thought that this crazy world would have brought us together after knowing one another since we were kids, but never getting the chance to truly get to know each other until last year. I am forever grateful for the universe bringing us together and am grateful for you every dang day. I couldn’t imagine this life without you. You make me smile and laugh when I’m having the most difficult pain and ptsd days. You have literally picked me up off the floor and aided me back to health (dozens upon dozens of times). You poor love into my life, every second of every day. You’re an incredible father, and the best friend and partner I could ask for. You’re also just as weird as me and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Love you to the moon and back bub 💖
Trying to get back into the routine of saying “I love you” to myself each day. It became difficult when my illness declined and it felt as though there was no love left in my body to give to myself; however, I have now realized there always was. There always is.
We all have our reasons for feeling better in a tropical climate. Mine is that my ptsd, anxiety and depression eases (but only in the day time, having crazy sleep paralysis at night and even have to sleep with a light on 😂!), my arthritis is less likely to flare up allowing more mobility, my inflammation is less painful and debilitating, the AVN in my foot and ankle doesn’t seem to cause as much pain, and I just feel more like my true self. If you’re comfortable, please share in the comments below how a tropical climate aids you, OR please share if it doesn’t do you any good and why. Sending all my love to you beautiful people 💖
Make sure to lather that spf 60 with zinc on those scars (and try not to forget the forehead 😬)
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