Our Disease, Our Story

Nine years have passed since we first noticed significant changes in mom. Seven years since the official doctor’s diagnosis: Alzheimer’s disease. Back then we blindly accepted the experts’ truths, stories, and definitions as our own. We picked up the...

What the hell is my story?

We all have foggy days. Days where who we are feels murky, what we’re doing is muddled, and what we truly want is hidden from us. Emotional mud puddles. And sometimes the fog lasts months, or years, not days. I’m just emerging from a 5-month Collective Self fog...