Visiting Culloden Battlefield became a profound spiritual moment that changed how I see the world. A story of grief, ancestry, and God’s quiet presence.

I don't like ranting online. Let's get that cleared up. But lately, I’ve been seeing something that really bothers me, and as someone who’s been writing fanfiction since the days of dancing to dial-up internet tones, I’ve got a few thoughts.

I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia in 2009. I was 19. I had dreams, hopes - honestly, I still have them, much hasn't really changed in the past 16 years in regards to my dreams of having a family of my own, but, I have grown stronger, and come to accept and love myself and that journey I would not change. Chronic pain can be crippling....

Around this time, every year, I write an email to myself and schedule it to arrive sometime in April, usually after my birthday.