Growing Deeper Roots: My Story of Invisible Illness

Writing about my journey with chronic illness has been both therapeutic and difficult for me. Many times, processing my pain and recovery is more easily done when I start writing about it. Other times, the stage of recovery in which I have found myself is so full of complex emotions and thoughts, that stitching them into words coherent to another person, even one on a similar journey, is just impossible.  So I have been upfront when writing this blog, letting you know that my posts might come more sparingly as the journey's direction changes. When I started going to therapy and working on the grieving component of my illness, I was honest with you, letting you know that I wasn't always going to write about the process, I would have to keep parts of it private. That's the stage I was in most of this spring, sorting my own thoughts out and wondering if I'd ever be able to put them into words. Or if I would ever really want to, if I would want to open that story up to...

GUYS! I did something! I did a thing that makes me feel a little bit more whole.  Yesterday, after going a full week without fainting, I walked to class on my own. I've been practicing walking with my friends around to help me if I get weak or dizzy but yesterday I left my suite and walked about 600 yards to my first class. I needed some help, for my own peace of mind, up the hill of Cater Walk to lunch and across the street to work but other than that, I was independently mobile.  A year ago, this would have been a regular Friday. This wouldn't have even crossed my mind. But 5 months ago, I wasn't sure that I'd ever be do this again. 3 months ago, I wasn't sure I'd go back to school. 3 weeks ago, I thought this campus, with all its hills and bricks, would be the death of me.  But I did it. Even just for a day, I walked on my own and had a taste of normalcy again. What was even more amazing, was how many people knew how much of an accomplishment this...

One of the cool (I use this word loosely) things about being in the Lyme community is that it is HUGE. Now on one hand this completely sucks because there are 300,000 new Lyme patients every single year and the majority of the political, social and medical world is ignoring us. But on the other hand, this means that even when I'm laying on the couch all day alone at home watching all my friends post summer fun pictures from all over the world, I know that I'm not really alone. I might be confined to my bed during the majority of the summer and my socialization might be limited to interactions with doctors and my caregiving family, but while reading blogs from all over the world (Lyme is worldwide, don't forget) and connecting to other people who are going through this too, I can keep a little bit of my sanity. So I've collected some of my favorite and most relatable quotes from other blogs about Lyme disease and Chronic illness. Here are a few. From  Maisie  of Lyme ...