Growing Deeper Roots: My Story of Invisible Illness

It is the end of another long week. I've always been one to love school and this year, though more difficult than ever before, is no different. In fact, after just the first two weeks of classes, this year has been quite rewarding.  But, the week didn't start out that way. Sunday night, only five days ago, I was frustrated. I was very very frustrated. I was finally admitting to myself that I was thinking of leaving. I even said the words out loud. As much as I wanted coming back to school to work out, I wasn't sure that it was. After a frustrating day of callbacks (callbacks that I thought went poorly, at the time) and unfinished homework, I had a mini meltdown.  Luckily, as you know, I have friends sent from heaven. So I spent a good hour and a half crying and spilling out all my frustration on my friend Alex. Alex knows me extremely well. We've been friends since freshman year and we spent a good bit of our friendship as a couple. I thought it would be hard to co...

Friends, Today was difficult. It was difficult because it was my first trial with the wheelchair on my school (WAC)'s campus. As lovely and aesthetically pleasing the 300 year old campus may be, it is not exactly wheelchair friendly. I had a lot of difficulty going up and down hills with uneven brick paths. I also found out how inconveniently placed all the elevators are in buildings.  But it was also difficult because it was the rude awakening to a hopeful dream of an easy return. It was the first day of a long, challenging semester ahead. I have been spoiled with the hardwood floors in my house and the even terrain I've been wheeling around all summer. Now, I have to adjust to the much more challenging environment I will be living in.  It was also my first day waking up at 6 am and having a constant stream of activity since I've gotten sick. I have been spoiled with low activity days and mental rest. Today, I remembered how tolling it can all be. By the time I got ...