Notes to My Siblings

2020 has given you all a wonderful gift: the resurrection of the Notes to My Siblings blog! (I kid, I kid. I mean, the blog is actually getting resurrected, but my opinions are not always a treat lol.) Since I haven't written on here in several years, I've copied over some significant Instagram posts to make it look better :D. I've left (most of) my old posts on here. I'm happy to say that the last 5 years has significantly tamed the snark (if you've only known me for the last couple years you missed a *delightful* stage of my life and you're welcome), but I still mostly agree with the majority of what I wrote. I just would maybe say it differently now. Happy reading!

When I first started having health challenges, one of the original challenges was severe claustrophobia and crowd anxiety. I mean, I used to be the girl who spoke practically no Spanish, flew to the Dominican in the middle of the night, cleared customs and took a taxi an hour ride to a missionary’s house by herself, no sweat. But when Lyme happened, if someone so much as got in line behind me at the grocery store, I had a panic attack because it was too crowded and I felt trapped. Sheesh. I went nowhere but work and home for a very long time. I thought I was reasonably over my fear of the grocery store, but lately it’s circled back around to freak me out. Lines. Waiting. Crowds. Being at other people’s mercy. I get sick to my stomach just knowing I have to go. (I know, it’s dumb. But tell my body that because it says it’s a VERY REAL DANGER RUN RUN RUN 🙄.) While trying to hype myself up to make the next grocery run, I realized... so far, I have not had to stand in more than a reasonab