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About Grammie

I'm Grammie. Welcome to my Blog!

 I over think everything...Wear my heart on my sleeve...Love with my entire heart..

 I also deal with several autoimmune conditions: Psoriasis. Costocondritis. Psoriatic Arthritis.Fibromyalgia. Myofascial Syndrome. Clinical Depression has haunted me all my life, at least as far back as I can remember. However, I don't want this nonsense to take away my life. 

 I need it to mean something.

 I seek to inspire people....encourage and promote emotional wellness, positive action and goodness via whatever tools available to me. I suppose I could wallow in the Autoimmune Blues and blame these conditions for everything that happens in my life, but I choose not to. Instead I take what I learn and I share it. Hopefully it will land where it needs to, inspiring someone to find help, maybe even their breath or their own voice!  

 It takes a village to do anything, though, so please follow along on social media and join in? Please?!

 How? Read my Blog and like my Facebook page. Share my stuff even if you are not plagued by these crazy diseases. 

 You may help a complete stranger find their way!

 Thank you.

 Peace and Blessings,

 Grammie

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