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I and We.

I read something about I and We and Illness and Wellness today that I thought was really cool. Can I remember it? Nope. Will I get the words right? Probably not.

It stuck though. It reminded me I’m not alone.


I seem to need three word phrase reminders lately. Interesting.

Huh. Guess what? I’m not alone. You’re not alone. We’re not alone. We are all in this together. We can’t do this alone. Life is friggin hard. Lately I keep asking the Universe to just let up on me already. Seems like a lot of people I know feel the same way. How about you? How’s your life going? And I don’t know about you but all those positive saying BLAH BLAHS do not help. Perhaps that’s one way we all try to help each other but I gotta tell ya that they don’t help me at all.

-WHAT DOESN’T KILL YOU MAKES YOU STRONGER. Whatevs. I’m now stronger than Wonder Woman. What’s your point?

-GOD DOESN’T GIVE YOU MORE THAN YOU CAN HANDLE. Whatevs. I think the person who came up with that had like THE worst day ever and just couldn’t take it anymore and the only way they thought they could make it is to come up with that nonsense. I mean really. I have my own feelings about GOD and Spirituality and I’ll let us all have our own feelings and opinions and what I believe is that I would not be punished by what I believe. How awful would that be? NO THANK YOU.

-THIS TOO SHALL PASS. I will not even bother with Whatevs. Come on now. I AM STILL WAITING FOR MS, LUPUS, MIGRAINES, IBS, DEPRESSION, ASTHMA, ANXIETY, ALL THE PAIN AND DISCOMFORT TO PASS……………………………………………………………………………………..


So I think you get my point. However, we can help each other. When I was first diagnosed with MS, (multiple sclerosis) in December of 2002, I took so much of it on my own. With the help of therapy and A LOT of time and learning the hard way, I have started chipping away at my armor around myself and reached out to others and asked for help and also found that the more I reach out and don’t keep it all to myself, the better off I am. I can’t keep it all in. I’ll burst!


So I am trudging through my own experience and it appears to me that I do better with at least a few others by my side and together we all support each other. It’s really cool. To know we’re not alone is the best. My illnesses are very isolating and lonely even when I have people in my life. And I am blessed to have so many wonderful people in my life and and a great Support System! I get stuck in my own body. It’s so hard to be social. I’m so distracted by my symptoms and the discomfort and I can’t be social very often, especially during the summer. The heat is terrible for all of my illnesses and the sun just sucks the life out of me with the lupus. So it does take effort to have people around.

To survive, I must not be alone for too long. I can be alone and regroup and have my quiet and get back to myself. That is it. Otherwise, being alone in my head and upset body is a dangerous place to be.

So it all comes back to what I said in the beginning and what started these thoughts. I and We. Illness and Wellness. So let’s see.

I and We.

Illness and Wellness.

I’ll try it with my own words. I betcha it’ll be just so much better. It’ll be a rough draft. Maybe you can help me out in the Comment section and we can play with it. I’d love for you to brainstorm with me. “with my Illness cannot get better alone. We can help me find Wellness if I let you help me.” Hmm. Not too bad. Seems convoluted but you know, if it was the first time anyone had ever seen a play on these words or I had ever seen it I’d probably be like Hey! that’s not too shabby.

The one I saw was so much simpler. OK here’s this one. I think I’m onto something.

“Replace the in Illness with We and I am closer to Wellness. I cannot get better alone.”

OOOHHHH. I like that one. For me anyway. I don’t think it’s what I read but this one is MINE. I like it. I’m keeping it.

OK. I’m satisfied. How about you? How would you have played with the words? Do you know the quote I’m talking about? By the way, any time you want to Comment please do. I really like to Interact with people on my Blog.

Oh my goodness. It’s not the middle of the night. Cool. I should go and rest. Today was a hard day. I DID NOT FEEL GOOD. Writing helped though.

Love you.



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I’m not OK. There I said it.

I’m not OK. There I said it.

I still struggle with admitting that I’m not OK. I’ve gotten so much better at being honest and telling the truth when I’m struggling and having a hard time. But as I write this now, somehow saying “I’m not OK.” feels really raw and vulnerable.

I’m not OK.

Can you say it?

Here try it. Even if you are OK, try it. Humor me.


All together now in unison. Let’s clear our throats. Wiggle our butts in our chairs. Get our hands ready if we’re holding our phones and/or tablets. Shake it out maybe. Circle those shoulders in and out. If you have some carpal tunnel like I do, take some time to shake your hands out. Sure, crack those knuckles. Stretch a bit. Maybe go get a snack. Procrastinate a bit more.

OK. For reals now. I’ll put quotes around it so we all know when to say it.

“I’m not OK.”

How’d it feel? Maybe it’s just my issue. Maybe it’s all in my head. It very easily could be. I might be the only one in the whole world, heck the whole universe that cannot say those 3 words easily and really mean them. That’s the trick. Making them into a whole sentence. Making them REAL.

So right now, it’s great for me to write since writing is a part of me. It’s so good to get it out. However, I’ve learned over the years that I need to say whatever it is that’s bothering me so much OUT LOUD for it to lose its power. Isn’t that interesting? I always thought that something would gain power if I said it out loud.

It doesn’t. It comes out of my mouth REALLY BIG and then it dissipates into the air because I have to be reminded a lot that the Earth’s air is way too powerful to carry a little carbon dioxide coming out of my mouth let alone something that feels negative. And guess what? It’s just lil ole me. I’m not that powerful either. Yet I’m bigger than three little words that are true only to me, need to be expressed and then I get to feel them because they tell me I’m human and as humans we have the just fabulous privilege of feeling feelings.

Yay humans.

So now if you don’t mind, I’m gonna say, “I’m not OK.” to myself at least 5 times out loud. I’ll be right back. I won’t be long. You probably won’t even notice.


So I’m back. Did you miss me? Phew! I think that helped a bit. I feel a bit lighter.

I noticed a few things that happened. Well you know, I just had to do everything I told you to do to prepare like, situate myself in the chair, shake myself out a bit, and then I pulled away from the computer and tried to get into a bit of a quiet mode and detach a bit. I kinda meditated a bit too. And ha ha 5 times just wasn’t gonna cut it for me. I was so not listening to me. Nope. No way man. I lost count how many times I had to say it until I think I actually heard it internally in my body and then actually acknowledged it in my brain. I was owning it. I think when I was first saying it, my mind pushed back and the anxiety started and I DID NOT want to admit it and own it. But as I kept saying it, I could feel my muscle tension lesson and my heart beat start to calm down as the anxiety started to go away. I could feel myself start to accept that truth JUST FOR NOW.


NOW: similar to MOMENT, PRESENT (at least in my understanding)

So that’s what it is. And that’s all it needs to be.





Anyway, yet again I’ve learned that it’s OK to not be OK. I think I will need this reminder alI my life. I hope if it’s something you didn’t know, you needed to learn it, you needed it in some way when you read this, and that there are others out there struggling with it too.

In a world that PUSHES constantly for everyone to:







–To admit “I’m not OK” can feel like I am trying to fit through that really tight space on a bus, airplane, train, subway, at a concert, on an amusement part ride and the list goes on. You know what I mean? And I feel like “this really should be ok but WHY IS THIS SOOOOOO HARD?”

If you get me, I get you.

Love you.

I was not OK when I started writing this.

I’m getting better now. It’s all a process.

Thank you.









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My 200th Post and I just Wanna Write

It’s 2016. My last post was in 2014. I guess some time has passed huh? So like how are ya? This is kinda awkward. I feel like I need to fill in some time or something.

But I just wanna write.

I have been playing around with the idea of writing on this Blog again for awhile. But we thought something was wrong with it and life, well life has been really getting in the way lately and this has not been the priority.

I’m still debating writing a Blog. I might write my Book. I think this will be good practice for awhile again. I came back on here a few days ago and read some of my old stuff and it was weird. I remember that Nahleen. I don’t think I’m here anymore. I keep changing. A lot’s happened but if you asked me what, I’d say I dunno. I think a lot of it has to do with acceptance. Acceptance of myself is a big one. Acceptance of my life. I wish that meant a big party and celebration but it’s not really like that.

I’ve dealt with so much of the STRUGGLE. Actually, I’ve dealt with a good chunk of the old stuff so much so that I thought I’d add more and find more help for myself and struggle some more. So here I am in the middle of the night like most nights trying not to think about meeting so many new doctors throughout August because the 2 main Specialists really aren’t enough. I want more in my life and I’m digging deeper. I WANT BETTER. That takes work. And my mind is mish mashing all over. I’m still wondering about lyme disease (yep that’s on the plate now too), the constant pin cushion I am, the summer symptoms, Cambria, choices, rainbows, parking cost, knitting, silver shoes, I need to sleep, UGH all the phone calls I have to make still, when will she stop calling me about billing, fun, why is my belly acting up again, do I really have MS and lupus,we need food, I’m so sad, I’m so relieved, oh thank goodness, wow those old pictures of me even from 5 years ago show me just how much more alive I look now I need to remember that, my hair needs to be RE-SASSYED but really WHY ARE ALL THE PASSWORDS NOT WORKING FOR MY EMAIL ON MY PHONE AND iPAD?!

Yet my back hurts a lot all the sudden and I could not wake up today and I feel yucky. Tomorrow I get to start a horribly inconvenient sinus rinse that I have to do all day…and I get to continue that daily for at least a month. I also need to see my therapist for the first time in a month. I’d love a “normal” life.

And I just wanna write.

Yet as I pulled this up to write just now I was gonna just close it and go to bed. I couldn’t stop myself. I was reminded that I wasn’t as fatigued the other day when I wrote some stories to people. It actually woke me up. I AM A WRITER. I need to state and be proud of it and accept it and not feel shy to say it. It is my TRUTH. For a couple months the push has been on to write again. One friend who also writes told me to just write write write (and said much more than that but I think you get the idea). That person inspired me more than they know. Then out of the blue that person shared their writing with the masses. And I was like well dang. I gotta get moving. Another friend just out of the blue told me the other night that I should write a book or a Blog in the midst of what she was saying to me and I was like, OK OK UNIVERSE I’ll write.

What I don’t like is the extra details on here right now. They are distracting me. I wanted to change my picture because it’s a very old picture of me and I don’t like it. But I can’t figure out how to do it. You’d think it would be easy. Then it asked me if I wanted to change another image and that seemed way too easy. Then it wanted to know if I wanted to add a “SLUG”. Oh I want to give a Slug all right. Not to Word Press though. And then later it will be “oh so good for me to add tags so people find me” and like me and Follow my Blog. Yeah. Another time.

I just wanna write.

In the meantime, Hi. I’m here. It’s August 1, 2016. Nice to see you.




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