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Continue reading →: Strong Enough to BendCamping at an all-inclusive resort. All seems well. And then we go out for ice cream.
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Continue reading →: Slowing DownEvery year, I make a resolution to be more patient. Now, I’ve learned to allow myself to go at the speed I need to go at.
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Continue reading →: Getting It Out of My SystemSometimes my mental health is crap. Here’s how I avoid drowning.
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Continue reading →: Dancing On My Own GroundThis summer has been a period of change and challenges for me, from personal growth to job uncertainty and a breakup. Despite feeling ungrounded, I strive to find my own stability and confidence. I hold onto the hope of reclaiming what I’ve lost and creating a new sense of belonging.
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Continue reading →: The Holy Work of RestReflecting on the sanctity of rest, the sacredness of energy, and the joy of having a bird sit on your head.
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Continue reading →: Where My Trauma LivesAll about the long-lasting effects of physical injuries and the difficulty in addressing trauma-related pain while striving to strengthen their body. The journey to heal and strengthen vulnerable areas reflects their resilience and determination.
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Continue reading →: Panic! At the CampsiteSingle mom, taking two kids camping. Everything’s okay at first. And then the panic strikes– here’s what happened.
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Continue reading →: Small Muscles(3 minutes read time) I hate physiotherapy. I hate when people look at my body, and I hate when medical people judge my body. It took a lot of courage for me to even email the physiotherapist’s office. Turns out, my physiotherapist is a lovely, soft soul who can understand…
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Continue reading →: Key Lime Pie3 minute read time. Turns out, I don’t know how to make a key lime pie. I don’t know anything about a key lime pie, actually. I assumed it was like a lemon meringue pie, but with limes instead. My youngest, Cleo, has been interested in key lime pies. She’s…
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I’m Amy
I spent my whole life thinking I was mentally ill. Until I got diagnosed with autism at 38, and that’s when it all changed. I am not an ill neurotypical; I am a healthy neurodivergent. I am awesome and disabled.
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