Not every day is a writing day, especially over the last few months. While it ebbs and flows over time, my chronic illness causes brain fog that interferes with writing (and everything else). This used to frustrate me. Now, I turn to digital art to keep my mind creative.

I’m open about the fact that I was seriously depressed when my chronic illness set in. Twisted humor eased my worst thoughts when I thought I’d die a slow, painful death, ruining the lives of those around me. Suicidal humor did the trick when I considered ending things.

Today, I want to talk about expectations. It’s easy to set expectations way too high or way too low.

If you’re a indie author like me, doing everything we “need to do” is far from possible.

While I’ve been open about my chronic illness, I realized I haven’t explained it as a whole, so here goes. Here’s what's going on.

For me, my role of being a self-published author stands out as challenging because I wear all hats. My job includes the following jobs:...

Today, as I sat on my couch with my laptop on my knees, with my cursor above the submit button, I was filled with a mix of emotions.

Have you ever experienced that nagging feeling that you're a fraud, that your achievements are just a stroke of luck, and soon enough,...

One of the hardest life lessons that I struggle with every day is to be kind to myself. As a parent, as an author, as a chronic sufferer,...

Given my condition, it can be hard to appreciate all the things life has to offer. When coffee doesn't taste good, when standing is a...