I created this site about a month ago. Heck, maybe two. Possibly three. I can’t remember, and it doesn’t matter. The point is, it has been sitting here waiting (mocking?) since the last time I logged in.

There have been reasons, of course. Aren’t there always?

For one thing, my husband had a heart attack in April. This, after surviving bladder cancer, then a brush with what his doctor thought was metastatic bone cancer (because 7 vertebra fractured, along with four of his ribs), and an osteoporosis diagnosis after six months of tests. Both of us were on sick leave (I was his caretaker – he was in agonizing pain!), bringing in only a bit more than half of what we usually make. To say that our finances took a dump would be a major understatement. As you might imagine, that took second place as we struggled through this horrifying experience.

Then, as my husband started living his new normal, I began having more frequent visual migraines (VMs). Semi-weekly. Every-other-day. Too often. I’ve had infrequent ones for years. One or two a year. Some years, zero.

They started in earnest right after my husband’s final diagnosis, in December. Four or five a month, at first. Then, several a week. Then, daily. Two a day. So weird. (The featured photo is a drawing I made to show my husband how they appear.)

By May 2026, I’d had twenty-one. That’s when my doctor ordered a brain scan. I had it a week ago. Still waiting for the results of that.

Oddly, I had only one VM in June. Why? I have no idea. But July has arrived with a bang! Two, so far. And it’s only the 5th.

So, we’ve had a rough go. Sure. Of course.

But this place I’ve ignored.

This place, with my name on it.

Well, actually…

Up until ten minutes ago, it was called The Self-Help Whisperer® Writes Again. Because, if you’ve looked around, you’ll know, it’s who I once was, and I’ve had some… uh… trouble… letting go of it. That moniker with the little ®, I mean, that once meant something.

Which implies, of course, that I (Sheryl) do NOT. Mean something, I mean.

How silly.

Except it’s not… really.

Silly, I mean.

It harkens back to the days I hated myself and only wished for the approval of important people in my life… from my mother to teachers, and friends to my myriad “boyfriends” who meant nothing to me.

I should tell you, I am nearing seventy, and perhaps am visiting my past a bit more often than I did before.

Actually, no perhaps about it!

This, my dear readers, is a time of reckoning.

And as such, I have decided to ditch The Self-Help Whisperer® and just be myself.

Finally.

So, yeah. This is the kind of stuff I write about.

I hope you’ll stick around to see where I go next.

I promise, it won’t be boring.