There are a lot of things that define me... where do I begin? Some people meticulously plan their lives. Well, that's not me. Some people at least try to do everything right. Well that's not me either. Not even close.
Still, I don't like people criticizing and accusing me... mainly because they always go after what I haven't done, instead of what I have. (If you're going to shoot, at least try to aim) Also because my life has been hard enough, and it's not getting any easier, and they have no clue.
I was always a Christian... my earliest memories are all either spiritual or about food :Retro smile: I love food too! Raised in Africa, Married in Turkey, my US citizenship is more of a nostalgia than anything else... my son calls me his African-American Turkish mom :Retro wink: because I'm more Turkish with some African spice and American flavor.
Got sick very soon after we moved back to the States, when I was 24. ICI - Invisible Chronic Illness... I think that's the best name I've heard yet. I married outside of my faith (because I'm such a risk taker
and am certainly the person I previously described). Otherwise my Turkish Muslim husband and I were getting along well enough when I came down with ICI. Yes, icky it is.
I was already leaning in on God but now I leaned with a really heavy body and soul! I don't honestly understand how you guys and gals without faith manage it...
At any rate... went through 2 crisis bedridden/homebound times. Have been at times worse than many with this, and other times better than many.
Okay this story is getting too much and I want to just stop the memory lane...
Here I am. A minister by the way, open for counseling or just a friendly ear.
Please take care... literally.
Still, I don't like people criticizing and accusing me... mainly because they always go after what I haven't done, instead of what I have. (If you're going to shoot, at least try to aim) Also because my life has been hard enough, and it's not getting any easier, and they have no clue.
I was always a Christian... my earliest memories are all either spiritual or about food :Retro smile: I love food too! Raised in Africa, Married in Turkey, my US citizenship is more of a nostalgia than anything else... my son calls me his African-American Turkish mom :Retro wink: because I'm more Turkish with some African spice and American flavor.
Got sick very soon after we moved back to the States, when I was 24. ICI - Invisible Chronic Illness... I think that's the best name I've heard yet. I married outside of my faith (because I'm such a risk taker
and am certainly the person I previously described). Otherwise my Turkish Muslim husband and I were getting along well enough when I came down with ICI. Yes, icky it is.I was already leaning in on God but now I leaned with a really heavy body and soul! I don't honestly understand how you guys and gals without faith manage it...
At any rate... went through 2 crisis bedridden/homebound times. Have been at times worse than many with this, and other times better than many.
Okay this story is getting too much and I want to just stop the memory lane...
Here I am. A minister by the way, open for counseling or just a friendly ear.
Please take care... literally.
