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2022. Where Has The Time Gone?

by Christa and Suzee January 4, 2022
written by Christa and Suzee

2022!

How has it been so long? So much has happened. The world has changed and so has our tiny corner of it since our last blog post. It is so embarrassing to say that we just lost track of time. But when I look back on our last post and it says 2019; I’m literally speechless!

Do you ever just have the best intentions, but all your so called obligations keep getting in the way? That is truly what happened to our intentions with the Wife and Wife Inc. blog. May I list a few of those so called obligations and see if you can relate?

  • Work that is busy work, but you think is working towards your actual work but it isn’t work at all. But you are currently still working on it.
  • People that need you now, not later, immediately for their own needs, wants and/or desires. These are the folks you just can’t say no to because you have yet to work on boundaries.
  • Getting caught in the rabbit hole of just about anything. Social media, Netflix, a good book series, training for the cookie eating championship of 2022 (it may not exist but I feel like I’m real close to getting chosen for the team).

Ok, so beyond that there were actual things that we did that made sense: actual work, actual growth, actual connection and actual living of life beyond the great soul suckers aforementioned. It is those great big blocks of time that you lose that makes you kind of lose out on greater things you could be doing with your time; things that you really want to pursue. Plus the fact that diving into something that could make you better can be a scary place. Rejecting things that could be a good thing in your life and get you out of your comfort zone can make the brain protest and make excuses of why you can’t get things (like a blog) up and running.

So here we stand. A new year. A new blank slate. A new batch of expectations. If anyone else thought 2021 was trash please let us know. It was the hardest year for us since we don’t even know how long. In its defense, the hard really gives you opportunities to grow and learn and shift. We already feel a shift. That shift has fueled the resurrection of the blog.
We hope that you can learn and grow and shift (and hopefully laugh) along with us in this labor of love that we are creating. We are before you committing to a new year of truth, support, vision, growth, learning and sharing.

Happy New Friends…this is only the beginning!💜💛

January 4, 2022 0 comment
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The Day Jesus Pushed Me and Other Supernatural Happenings

by Christa and Suzee May 16, 2019
written by Christa and Suzee
The Day Jesus Pushed Me and Other Supernatural Happenings

How do you exert a huge amount of change into your life?

Die twice in one day.

Something like that almost guarantees that you will be pushed one way or the other to see a huge and radical change in your life, or make one.  

After that happens, you may feel like you notice how your life is full of choices; or perhaps you might feel like you have no choice at all in your own destiny.  That the universe is holding your life by a small thread.  You may find some kind of joy or peace that you have never had before or at least lead you to a place to look for it. 

‘Three years ago on a hot July day, I fell in our backyard.

I have been known to say, about that day, that “Jesus pushed me”.  

You know the song. “Jesus take the wheel”?  Yeah, a little bit like that.  He didn’t push me out malice or like you get pushed by the little kid that likes you in the second grade.  He literally (well maybe not literally) pushed me so I could get my life back. 

My heart had stopped, the world went black. I could hear Christa hysterically screaming in the distance. I came back around; not quite understanding why she was absolutely losing her shit.

The ambulance came.

At the hospital, as they x-rayed my ankle (from the fall it was the size of a gorgeous grapefruit but the color of a ripe grape …I look to my right and said to Christa, “It’s happening again”.

Blackness.  

For what seemed an eternity.

I could hear the nurses screaming for the doctor.

I could hear Christa pleading to find out what was happening.

I could hear the words crash cart.

The whole time, I FELT like I was saying—I don’t need that, what is going on, I’m fine.  

All I remember at that moment was darkness.  Nothing.  No light that I was going towards.  No vision of me hovering over my heartbeat-less body.

Just void.

But my voice was loud and clear inside my head…

It’s so frustrating trying to voicelessly tell hospital staff not to jolt your body with electricity to revive you when you are obviously perfectly fine.

My heart had stopped, again.

Right before they hit my chest with the paddles I opened my eyes.

I’m not really sure what occurred over the next few days that followed.

 

Multiple doctors, a couple of different hospital rooms, another ambulance ride, put me right to where I was supposed to be preparing for a surgery to insert a pacemaker into my 39 year old chest.

Now don’t get me wrong, I was NOT down with this.

I did NOT want a metal anything in my body controlling my heart.  For someone who had been trying to take all the “bad stuff” out of their body for years, to be as all-natural as possible; it seemed incomprehensible for me to give the go ahead to put a machine in my body that would tell my heart what to do. 

I was afraid.

I was afraid of the metal box.

I was afraid of the terrified look on my wife’s face.

I was afraid of blackness.

I was afraid of the feeling of burning death pulling at my toes and creeping up to the rest of my body. (And I swear that is the only was to describe the physicality of what I was feeling) 

I was afraid to be half of who I was, which is exactly what I thought would happen.

It is sobering to have to make the decision to give up what you think is a part of your identity to be able to drive my car and to be able to be alone without supervision.

I could hurt myself or someone else.  

There really was no choice.  

On July 16, I had two wires placed into my heart and a small box inserted into my chest.

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Before the surgery, my friend and reiki-ist Heidi came to see me and Christa to clear the energy in the room to prepare me for what was to come.  She told us there was a male presence in the room.  He was sitting with his one leg propped up on his knee and he told Heidi that everything would be cool, I shouldn’t worry.

My brother had come to me a lot since he passed away two years prior, but no one else had ever confirmed this until that day.  He was there. We came to find out later he probably saved my life. 

Bear in mind that I never had any previous episodes pertaining to my heart, or so we thought.  But upon further reflection we came up with some chilling revelations that add a different layer to this story. 

I had been an avid yogi for 3 years.  Classes about 4 times a week.  A little while after my brother passed away, I began to see him during my meditation.  I don’t mean just see him as in a dream, but see him vividly, like he was right there.  He was always with my little dog Dougey, who we had to put down.  They would be so real, I would leave my class my emotions completely heightened and broken down with tears.

It was so intense.  I stopped going to yoga.

Another instance occurred late one night when i was driving home from a catering that I was working.  It was 2 AM and I had worked since about 7 AM the previous morning.  To say the least my body was exhausted and sitting down even if it was to drive 45 minutes to home felt like I was sitting in a massage chair at a spa.  The road was dark; I knew it by heart.  Winding.  Black with blankets of trees along the road.  My high beams hit something that jerked me out of my relaxation and into deep hysterics.  A man walking along the side of the empty road in a red hoodie, with the neckline ripped, baseball cap with curly blonde hair peaking out the back.  My light hit his face.  It was my brother.

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Sometimes you can’t see the entirely of a plan set in motion until the end chapter.

Sometimes there are things that happen that we don’t understand.

Sometimes we lose the things that we love the very most.

Sometimes those things that we lose are put into place to save us later.

All those times when I felt a drop in my heart rate from a condition that I didn’t know that I had, something jolted me to bring my heart rate back up.

Something.  Someone…Saved me each time.

Whether you believe in things like this or not doesn’t matter.

What matters is these moments did a lot for my heart and for my “heart”.

My heart was so broken physically and figuratively, and I won’t say that I walked away a changed person from this because this little box has made me feel sad, it made me scared, the pacemaker at first made me very angry.  

I felt helpless, broken, useless and weak.

But it did put me down a path that 3 years later I’m ready to tell the whole story.  That I didn’t bounce back.  That I’m still dealing with it.  That I’m still sorting out my feelings over it.

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Last night, I fell asleep thinking about that day, and how I’m not 100 percent sure how you deal with how it feels to have your heart stop.

But if that doesn’t make you see a whole lot of L-I-F-E in your life; I don’t know what will.

It’s taken time to see myself as who I was when it happened, as it happened and after it happened.  I don’t think I woke up the next day and said, oh my goodness….the world is just beautiful….because I didn’t.

I struggled.

I tried to make the pacemaker be my story, because I thought it should be….what a champ, what a survivor.

But it turns out the pacemaker is just a box…it’s not my story.

I started going to yoga again….a long time after my surgery, but I did go back.

I meditated.

I didn’t see my little dog.

My brother wasn’t there.

I can still see him in the distance.

But I feel him right here.

In my heart.

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May 16, 2019 1 comment
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Girl Meets Girl…Girl Marries Girl and Everything In Between

by Christa and Suzee April 12, 2019
written by Christa and Suzee
Girl Meets Girl…Girl Marries Girl and Everything In Between

When you meet your soul mate do you walk up and say “Hi, nice to meet you-your life as of right now has been eternally changed, you’re welcome.”?

Do you remember the moment? Do you think about it in daydreams? Do you remember how it felt-do you remember it at all?

It’s hard to pinpoint the moment when your life changes when you don’t even know that its going to change.

Do you remember how it felt? What you wore, what their voice sounded like? Or was it a long time afterward that it hit you that, that moment was noteworthy… and you try like crazy to bring back every detail.

“Are you Christa?” Suzee handed a post it note with a phone message on it to her.

Christa thought to herself, who is this weird girl, as Suzee walked back through the swinging kitchen doors from the dish room and made her way back to the hostess podium in the front of the restaurant.

That night the universe shifted.

There are plenty of moments in our lives where we meet someone for the first time or we perform some everyday action that we forget, it doesn’t leave an impression, it doesn’t stick.

There are moments that mean a lot to us, but we tend to dismiss the details. Years later, can you recall the sounds, the smells, the moment-that meeting that changed your life.

That night they went back to work, but the world had changed.

After Christa got used to the weirdness, these two girls became friends. Christa was 17 and Suzee was 21. After a while they became best friends.

I was always interested in what Christa was doing. I always wanted her attention. I hadn’t had a real girl friend in quite a while, especially someone that I felt was so different than I was. She was so independent, so mouthy, so I just go and do and am whatever I want.

When we worked together it was harmony, it was seamless; when we were done working it was the same, never had someone before become such an important part of my existence.

We got to the point when we were outside of work, we spent hours on the phone or laying on the hood of Christa’s first car, a blue Hyundai Accent; discussing boyfriends, our week, our job, shopping, vacations, tv shows and whatever we could think to talk about. Laughter was incessant.

The longer time went by the conversations contained tears, advice, comfort and support.

Life started getting harder. We leaned on each other a lot.

I was getting married in 2001 and Christa was, of course, my bridesmaid. Her fiancé was her date to the wedding. On the way down the aisle, Christa asked, “are you sure you want to do this?”. We knew each other too well.

I was in a horrible place when I got married the first time, my grandmother and dad had just passed away. I was struggling in so many ways. I was depressed and didn’t even know it. A wedding sounded great, what a great distraction from the numbing pain. Yep, but after that comes a marriage, I think I missed that memo.

For the next few years after that, it was a struggle, there was heartache, there were drunken nights and some days, there was depression, arguments. There were come and save me moments. There were I can’t tell you how bad off I am moments. There were just some moments when we laid on my bed in my first apartment and took a nap.

To say that leaning on another human can give you life, can make you feel like you have something to live for, that you just couldn’t leave this earth because of the impact that it would have on that other person is a clear depiction of how we kept saving each other.

We didn’t even understand this bond, we felt like family, we acted like family.  At that time I was journaling a lot (my therapist, said it would do me good).  It wasn’t actually writing from the soul, but a cold depiction of my days. Wednesday can’t get out of bed. Thursday got out of bed, what is the point, got back in bed- You see a pattern in my writing? If you look back on my journals the only days I could be peeled from my bed was when I had to crawl into work or Christa came to my apartment. When I look back that was my only happy place. She MADE me get up, but I never cared. She made me WANT to get up. Sooner or later I thought it was best for Christa to just move in with me.  So she did. I’d like to say the rest is history, but not quite yet.

Things were changing. We were changing.

It was scary. It was exciting. It seemed perfectly natural and yet completely foreign. The day that I knew my heart was changed forever was the day of one of our friends weddings. We we getting ready together, bought a gift together and were doing things that couples do before they go to an event like this. I thought to myself, this just feels like this is the way it is supposed to be, and I had never felt such an ease with someone like this, I had bought a new dress and I kept thinking to myself, how much I just wanted her to tell me that she thought I looked pretty.

A few weeks later, she said that She would fight for me. I believed her. I never believed anyone like I believed her in that moment, saying that, I still haven’t believed anything as much since. Since that day it has been 15 years. There has been a Lot of life in those years. Coming up on year 10, I asked her to marry me. I had said that I would never get married again, but knew early on that I had only been meant to marry her.

That same year, our marriage was actually Legalized in the state of PA. The public had no idea of the effect we had on legislation. This year, 2019, marks 5 years of marriage. What a wedding. There couldn’ t have been anything more perfectly “US” than this day. Rented out an entire bed and breakfast for the weekend, outdoor ceremony conducted by our tattoo artist (who actually got ordained just so he could marry us), shots of Tequila before we walked down the aisle. Our wedding party of 16 danced down the aisle to the Black Eyed Peas -“Time of My Life”, our vows were a mix of Native American poetry and simple promises to each other and then the biggest party you have ever seen as we danced and at one point lost Christa but found her eating a Jell-O shot she dropped on the ground (the after reception experience is for another blog, but definitely called into the better or WORSE part of our vows early on). But there was never a more perfect day or a more beautiful bride (sorry, I could be biased).

Since we have been married LIFE has been full of the highest highs and lowest lows. Things that you just don’t go through without your best friend.

We won’t say that we are perfect by any stretch of the imagination. We won’t say that we have it all figured out, but I can say, we learn. We learn how to communicate in new ways, we learn how to give each other the best we have, we’ve learned that we can work and play together because we actually like being together.

I’ve learned that we are always changing and it is up to us to make the decision to change together. Even though a relationship is exciting when it is new; I would never trade it for this time in our lives, when honestly, I love her more than I ever have; and I know that because I want to be a better human for myself to be the best for her.

At 5 years in I’m looking at sites for vow renewal…but don’t tell her that yet…she thinks we should wait another 5…we’ll see. After all, we are still learning.

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Hamburger Helper, the Ice Cream Diet and is there life after gluten? Our AIP Journey.

by Christa and Suzee March 5, 2019
written by Christa and Suzee
Hamburger Helper, the Ice Cream Diet and is there life after gluten? Our AIP Journey.

Years ago you would often catch us, your favorite wives, sitting in our living room, in front of the tv in our Maryland townhouse eating a dinner of hamburger helper. Hamburger Helper? You ask-and the answer is a yes; as in our 20’s we were such culinary masters that we did indeed work all kinds of wonders with HH.

Ok so if you have been living under a rock for the past several decades and have never heard of that which I speak, HH is a box with two main components: some form of noodle and a packet of things that probably should NOT be ingested over long periods of time.

The idea is that the contents of this box are going to “help” your hamburger become a real meal, just like the Blue Fairy helped Pinocchio become a real boy.

We really did it up right too, buy choosing to purchase the greasiest meats that we could possibly find, therefore making our young bellies happy for days on end.

At that point I will tell you we were not worried about what was in our food, how our food was prepared, or about where it came from; we worried about convenience, comfort and basically to what we were accustomed.

The facts were this…at this point between the both of us we were carrying enough extra weight to make another whole adult human. This is no joke and I’m not talkIng about a malnourished adult human either. 

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When we got into our thirties we really began considering how this extra weight was holding us back. From the life we were living to the life we would be missing out on if we didn’t get to work. Looking back we were so green at this, so new to knowing what options that we had for our health. We didn’t know where to start, of course “they” (who “they” are I’m not so sure of) always stand on the pillars of diet and exercise, diet and exercise like little parakeets singing for a cracker. But what is the RIGHT diet and exercise? Who has the right info? Who is really getting it right, while we stand on the sidelines hoping to catch a flash of the “right one”as they speed by us. We had 5,935 million books, plans, workouts, challenges, supplements, pre- workouts, post-workouts, detoxes, cleanses and a partridge in a pear tree. We yo-yo’d ALOT in those days. In and out of diets. Never starving ourselves, but definitely depriving ourselves a lot of the time, hence the yo-yo affect. When you deprive yourself of food that actually tastes good, you tend to get a bit cranky, and then you tend to quit and go back to eating garbage.

And that is what we did.

In 2014, we got married and at that point we were the most fit that we had ever been. Yoga class 4-5 times per week. Eating pretty clean, but our super activity was truly why we were so fit. I will at this point disclose that we were on what we dubbed as the “Ice Cream Diet”. This well thought out plan (devised by us) included a strict regimen of eating a clean breakfast and lunch and then walking a mile to get ice cream at our local creamery for our dinner. What a plan, watch our Dr Atkins and Melissa Hartwig…we are out to steal all your clients with this one. Just because we were at our fittest, at that point, didn’t mean we did all the things right. But it did feel oh sooooo right!

In January of 2018, we were facing a catastrophe. Since the days of the ‘Ice Cream Diet”, we had experienced a lot. A lot that didn’t have to do with food, but surprisingly came right back to food. It is amazing how that happens. Here is the checklist of what brought us here:

1. Suzee’s brother died of cancer

2. Christa’s grandfather died (in her arms)

3. We put our precious chihuahua Dougey to sleep

4. Suzee flatlined twice and had emergency surgery to have a pacemaker installed.

5. Christa worked an overnight job she hated to provide for the family.

6. We started a new business

7. Christa’s nanny became sick and we began caring for her.

8. Christa’s nanny passed away from complications of cancer.

9. Christa loses her best friend to cancer.

So these are definitely blog posts to come, but for now they are things that led us to a point in 2018, when we decided to consult a holistic doctor.

10. Christa is a ticking time bomb, at any moment she could have a medical catastrophe….heart attack, stroke, diabetic coma, liver failure.

With this news we looked at each other, shocked but not. At this point, it was no longer about getting skinny or to look cute into the latest shirt from American Eagle, this one was life or death.

After that moment, complete and utter change! No going back. No moments to wrestle with the idea that we could cheat or that we would take off a few days; the lifestyle change wasn’t optional. And you know what, we actually survived. Surprisingly there is life here. Christa’s diet was hard core AIP, autoimmune protocol diet, which is (scientific version) a food based approach to eliminating unwanted inflammation in a persons body. It helps heal the immune system and gut, which is at the core of why so many of Christa’s organs were affected from our poor habits. It would take time to reverse. So let us have a quick overview of what that truly means as far as what we could eat. So bye-bye to our old friend gluten, dairy—its been great, oh and added sugars, um it’s not you it’s me. In the beginning we joked…..air, we can eat air! Well we ate meat and vegetables and not even all meat and all vegetables. No turkey, no peas, no corn, no green beans, no apples…just a few things that were on the suspect list to causing Christa inflammation outside of our AIP regime. And don’t get me started on nightshades (just to let you know they are in almost everything).

To be honest it is amazing how creative you get, how open you get to trying new ingredients, how much you enjoy cooking from home because you are in control of your food and how much you enjoy just feeling better. Feeling better because your food is working for you and not against you.

We did this strictly, no wavering, no cheating for 7 months and believe me when I say there were times towards the end when it got a little dicey; not because the food wasn’t good but because there is summer and there is a camper and there are s’mores and guys there is ice cream…..yep that sums it up.

After the 7 months, we went back to Christa’s doctor for more testing, to see how her body had healed. I think that we might have been more nervous at this appointment than at the very first one. The results were startling, her A1C went from a 10.1 to a 6.0, her triglycerides came in at a normal range, her sugar went from a 298 to 91, and liver and kidney function all normal.

In 7 months, we learned so much. In 7 months, Christa’s life was saved. In 7 months, Suzee’s life was saved.

Here is another eye opener to anyone who thinks that just because you weigh under 150 pounds —that you are skinny, always have been and always will be…the under 150 pound people be warned…many times how much you weigh is not a sure indicator that you are healthy. You don’t really know how bad you feel until you start feeling really good. There are so many things that we took out of our diets that we never even realized made us feel bad.

We learned to cook with alternatives to sugars, dairy, wheat flour and more AND we found some of our now favorite meals. And unlike in days past, we did not go running back into the seductive arms of the “Ice Cream Diet”. Coconut milk ice cream is life guys.

We are here one year later, still changing up old recipes with new ingredients, still learning new and better alternatives, finding new and better health supplements, still learning what our bodies like and what they don’t like. At this point, Christa is down 75 pounds, and she still has goals. We are still learning, because saving your own life doesn’t end at your goal weight, saving your life, your healthiest life, never ends.

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The Journey Begins

by Christa and Suzee January 17, 2018
written by Christa and Suzee

Be open to getting lost, so that you end up moving in the right direction.

September 1997.  We met.  One minute you’re Christa and You’re Suzee.  You blink and you’re Christa and Suzee.

You blink twice and you’ve been friends for 20 years together for 15 and married for 5.

The story of how that all came about becoming Friends, being best Friends, becoming family and falling in love and getting married is a series of blog posts to come..

But who are we? who are Christa and Suzee?  What we have shared is a huge part of this story, but the story is so much bigger.

So where did we start?  Where did we come from?

Christa.

Suzee.

 

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My name is Christa Ann Cline-White, formerly just Cline.

Just for the record, I have a hard time talking about myself, so something like sharing a whole introduction of myself, is pretty difficult.  I was born in 1981 In Maryland.  I had a pretty normal childhood.  A mom, a dad, a little sister.  When I was 10 my life changed in a major way.  My parents split up.  I know that this has happened to many kids, but for me it was a shift from everything that was normal.  I went with my dad.  My sister went with my mom. At this moment I starting using food to cope.  I was bullied.  I finally left my dads and went to live with my Nanny.  I was the first grandchild, so our Connection was special.  Our relationship shaped me in ways that I didn’t even realize until I lost her a few years ago to cancer.

This life has had many ups and downs.  Struggles that at age 37, I am just now working on.  At age 36, my doctor told me I was a ticking time bomb.  I could have a heath emergency at any minute…stroke, heart attack, diabetic coma; they were all waiting for me. I HAD to start looking at myself and figuring out how to save me.  This has been a journey, one that I’m still in the middle of while we start this blog.  It is a journey towards finding my perfect heath, but also in finding out who I am becoming along the way. 

The important details of my life are simple. I am a wife, a daughter, the oldest of 4, an aunt, a Pit Bull mom, a college drop out, a work in progress, a loyal friend, I am hilarious, I am shy, I have a big heart, I keep learning.  I am still working on this story that I have.  Who I introduce myself as right now might not be how I introduce myself in a year from now or even 6 months from now; but I hope that by me growing that it can help someone else who didn’t know that they could.

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My name is Suzee Caree Cline-White (formerly just White).

I was born in April of 1977 on a Sunday.  I was a red head from a small town in Pennsylvania.  My brother and sister were 14 and I5 years older than me. With that much of an age difference, I was a toy, I was an only child, I was a baby sister. It was like having an extra mom.  My family—-mom-dad-sister-brother-grandmother.  I learned to play alone. My imagination was expansive; worlds that never ended, Friends that always did and said the right things, adventures that I was the main character. When I sang to myself, the audience always applauded.  My teen years passed in a huge blur of loss, turmoil, questions and escape.  My 20’s…..well, they will make a blog post as long as the Bible.

Fast forward to today.  I’m 42 years old. My hair isn’t red anymore.  There are a whole lot of stories in between. I almost don’t know how to introduce myself in short form, it feels like an overwhelming amount of life in such a short amount of time.  

Death, life, wedding, divorce, depression, therapy, love, sickness, marriage, life.

It’s a lot to really think about when you introduce yourself to someone.  All these things have changed me, so introducing myself to you is so much more than who I am right now.   So right now, I am a wife to the greatest person that I know, I am a Pit Bull mom to the kindest creature on the planet. One of my favorite roles is being an aunt.  My passion is creation. I love yoga and alternative healing, which means any hippie-from nature-woo-woo-stuff that I can find.  I have a tiny box in my chest that runs my heart.  I have been working for the last 15 years on going from dark to light, from sad to positive.  I believe that life is magical.  I believe life is MEANT to be joyful.  Although my life hasn’t always been wondrous.  There have been moments where I was killing myself with alcohol, food, negativity and comfortability.  But I found there can be choices from dying, to existing, to living.  I hope that our blog, my story and our story is something that makes you laugh, makes you think, makes you feel like someone out there just might get you.  I hope my story helps you believe that joy is everywhere if you look hard enough.

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