Even the right decisions can feel wrong in the moments after you make them.
Originally published December 20, 2012, days after my life changed forever.
This story begins with me holding a grown-up’s hand.
This is not a metaphor. It really happened.
Everything is going to be OK. Then again, OK doesn’t mean anything.
The diagnosis, while not changing me as a person, helped me to understand myself better. It helped me to treat myself better.
I keep picturing Kindergarten Cop only Arnold is screaming, “It’s not the virus!”
It was as if everything we have ever loved, hated, or known was taken away.
There was no way I was having a heart attack. Right? I didn’t have heart attacks. Other people did.
It’s not the same. It isn’t real.