Welcome to nightshadelane. So named after the street I grew up on. Life was lived, loved and lost. It easily resembles this past year filled with turmoil and so much grief.
I am a mother, a writer, reader, gamer, movie lover, tv show addict, Doctor Who fan, Phantom of the Opera lover and so much more. Music, dance, entertainment! I love tattoos!
Snake on my back for my Uncle Greg who was lost and never found.
Black panther on my left ankle for my father who died because we didn’t understand depression and all its horrors.
I have myasthenia gravis. I have asthma. I have vocal cord dysfunction. I have memory loss. I have depression. I have anxiety. I have ADD. My right eye is green and my left is part brown. I am a quarter Chickasaw Indian. Though these could be my labels, they aren’t me.
I am strong for what I’ve lived. I am dedicated because it is the right thing to be.
Final thoughts. Life is not a choice. You must live. It is how you live that you control. The kindness to others, love and attention. Dedication. Checking out early is not an option. I tried it many times in the past and I am here to say, don’t be foolish. Don’t take the easy route. Don’t leave behind people whose soul’s are shredded with loss. You matter. For the sole fact that there is not another you in this world. The universe needs you. Stay, heal, get better, live, love, learn to smile.
June 2020, I lost my Sweetie. Now I have her ashes. Life is not the same.