I have taken on a challenge from several friends, acquaintances, family, and even my psychological counselor to write a book. Not a novel, memoirs, or anything like that, but a combination of events in my life where the reader will garner a pearl of wisdom from each section. Hopefully learning at my expense and allowing them to learn from my personal experience vs. them learning the hard way. Make sense?

This process is dredging up some pretty awful and nasty emotions from the past in frustrations with the medical community, the process of diagnosis, distrust, depression, disbelief by the medical community and dealing with Social Security.

Some of this is from 2004 to 2009 and it still upsets me. Writing this book, all of these emotions are just coming back at me in waves and it's not fun. But I know it is necessary to accomplish the mission. Here, all this time, I thought I was over it and past all this. Evidently not.

It must be winter time because my life is in reruns right now.