I am coming up on the three year anniversary of my Graves’ diagnosis. The date that my life changed forever.
My body was screaming at me, trying to tell me that something was seriously wrong, but it took me almost two months of coming home from work with my ankles looking like this (as well as a myriad of other symptoms) before I finally sought out some professional help. Read more
This Sunday (June 21st, 2015), I will be celebrating the Summer Solstice. The northern-most sun of the year. I have never celebrated this event really, but have always been keenly conscious of this day. For me, it signals beautiful, happy summer days ahead, but also the too-quick decline back into the dreaded dark of winter. As the Solstice marks the turning of the year, “thus even in summer’s beginning, we find the seeds of summer’s end”. ~Deborah Byrd~ Read more
I have been struggling with an eczema flare these last two weeks. This time, it’s on my face and armpits, I am not sleeping well, my stress levels are going up, and my despair is increasing because I don’t know how to “fix it”.
Starting school has been wonderful, but apparently it is kicking my butt. Perhaps I hadn’t recovered from our cross-country move. Perhaps it’s all money-related. Perhaps I ate too much of something. Perhaps, perhaps… Read more
Today, lying in bed with a sore throat and a sinus cold, catching up on blogs and articles about autoimmunity, I read a post by Sarah Wilson of “I Quit Sugar” fame. This led me to Meghan O’Rourke’s essay “What Is Wrong With Me?”, which hit a very strong chord.
After struggling for years with undiagnosed autoimmune Hashimoto’s, and then continued struggles with it’s symptoms (and the symptoms of who knows what else), O’Rourke describes the inexplicable sensations of autoimmune disease. She manages to put into words the shear helplessness one feels, the “all in your head” looks in other people’s eyes, and the so bizarre and disconcerting feeling of being an imposter in one’s own body. Read more