Help 4 Shannon! Part 3
I wanted to give those who are following this story an update. My friend’s vehicle died the other day leaving her unable to take Shannon to her doctors appointments. The money raised so far is going to buy a new safe vehicle so Shannon can get to her doctors appointments. Thanks to everyone who have donated and sent out prayers for my friends. If this is the first time you are reading about my friend Shannon, she’s a young girl dealing with Pots Syndrome a disease that makes her blood pressure drop when she stands up.
Please keep donating (if you can) and sending out those prayers to help my dear friends.


Help 4 Shannon! Part 2

In the last eight days $1050 was raised to help Shannon. I wanted to say thank you to everyone who has helped.


A few days ago I brought Baby (the kitten in the picture) down to meet Shannon. I didn’t know if she’d be there but I took the chance. Oh did it pay off. The smile and look of Awe on her adorable face was so worth my effort. I know she (like her mom) has a soft spot for animals. I’m glad I was able to make her day. I know she has some rough ones.
So, if this is your first time reading about my young friend Shannon. She has Pots Syndrome. It’s a form of dysautonomia. If you are able to help her and her mom out by making a donation… Great and thank you. If you are unable to monetarily help but want to feel free to keep her in your prayers.
Thank you for reading.

Help 4 Shannon!

My friend Rosemarie is Shannon’s mother. Shannon was diagnosed with Pots Syndrome which I have learned is a form of dysautonomia. (for those who don’t know, what little I understand of it, a person who deals with this is that in the standing position their blood pressure drops, which is not a good thing- anyone more knowledgeable than I feel free to correct me I would hate to give out misinformation)
Anyway due to the costs of dealing with the disease I have learned my dear friends are struggling and could end up losing their home.
If you are able and willing to help out and make a donation I’ve posted the link below. If you are unable to help financial prayers and good thoughts are greatly welcome.
Thank you for taking the time to read this post.


Yesterday I yelled at the man I’m married to. I yelled how I feel and how I’ve felt during our last almost ten years of marriage.  I yelled how I feel abandoned. I yelled how I feel unloved. I yelled how he wants something til he has it and then looks for the next new thing. I yelled how he takes women’s hearts and uses then breaks them when he decides he’s had enough because he has had her. I cried that I am not good enough. I cried that I wanted a family like I never had and I still want it with him because we have children together.
So I yelled and I cried. I don’t know why. It never changes anything. I still hurt and feel alone.
I read a romance book today where the main female character said that ‘Princes don’t come. White horses don’t exist. Castles and happily ever afters aren’t for me.’ I know how she felt when she said that. I feel it too.
I’ve spent a lot of my life feeling lonely. Sometimes I try to reach out and connect with people but eventually I go back into my bubble. It’s not that I don’t like them or don’t care it’s that I don’t know what to do with them. I don’t know how to relate to them.
I’m going to starting today make a bigger effort to reach those I know are my friends. My goal will be to contact each one once a week and document who I’ve contacted and who I have not on a daily basis so I don’t miss someone and then I could contact them the next day. Maybe then I’ll feel a little less lonely.

Open Letter To An Opposite Gender ‘Friend’

Dear Friend,
We aren’t officially friends yet, thought you do know me. I hope we can be friends. It’s mortifying that I can hold entire conversations with you in my mind but, the second I am in front of you trying to have a similar discussion but with you actually voicing your opinion and not one of the numerous and various ones I come up with…. I stammer, I stutter, and I sound like an idiot.
My biggest fear is that because you are of a different gender than I, that you will believe that my motivation is not what I claim it to be. I wish I could think of a way that I know would make you believe.
I wish I could tell you that even if you don’t want to be my friend I will still be yours if and whenever you need it.
I wish I was more confident with myself that I could voice these thoughts to you. All I can be is myself.
I’m here now and always.
Your friend even though you don’t know it,