Jessica Sabatini – Authentic Living Enthusiast

I throw down my smart phone because it’s as useless as an empty pack of cigarettes. I stand irritated and itchy. Facebook has been running its greedy little fingers all over my emotional body. The level of anxiety keeps bouncing back up. I pace back...

I stuff my feet into sneakers and yank the laces tight as branches smash against our roof from the wind raging outside.
“Why do you feel you need to go today? You could reschedule,” my husband suggests sensibly from the kitchen sink.
Down on the floor, I look up straight into his eyes and say with intent, “Because I feel like there is something dark and twisted inside of me that’s invading the cells in my blood, and it needs to be ripped out, so I can be free!”...

I stumbled out of my kids’ room half asleep. My eyes strained to open just enough to avoid collisions with a doorway or chair. It was the third time that night that I had had to carry my youngest back to his bed.
He’d been sick for several months with some pretty nasty stuff. Nothing any parents wants to deal with and definitely exhausting to the point of general bad temper throughout the house....

A blue light refracted across my second eye. Click. Then quiet, as my doctor looked down to make some notes. She put her instrument away, took a deep breath, and moved unusually close. The tendons in her neck flexed. She hesitantly said, “I think it...