One of the most frustrating thing with chronic illness is making plans. For me, I know I need to make plans or else I will never leave my room but I also know there's a good chance those plans will have to be modified or cancelled. Contrary to popular belief, it's not because I don't… Continue reading “I’m Sorry, I Can’t”
It means I'm exhausted. I physically and mentally can't do anything anymore. The thought of moving a limb or even blinking seems impossible. It means I'm in so much pain (mentally, physically, sometimes both) that I no longer feel like I can continue living life. I can't cover up the pain anymore or control it.… Continue reading “I’m Tired”
About two and a half years ago I found myself at a LifeTeen (youth group) lock-in at my church. Before this point I had never been able to stay overnight at any activities because of my anxiety. This night I wanted to be different though but as everyone started getting ready for bed, I felt… Continue reading Locked-In Throwback
I wrote a post a couple months ago about saying, "goodbye," I would like to say that since then I have learned how to deal with change and goodbyes but I haven't. They are still hard and they still suck. This time around I am saying, "goodbye," to my surgeon and to the pastor of… Continue reading Saying “Goodbyes” again…
This post ties in with my previous post titled, Living Life. Often times I find myself thinking, "what will I do when things end?" "What will I do after college? What will I do after this appointment? What will I do after hanging out with this friend?" Instead of focusing on the moment, the here and… Continue reading What Will You Do When It Ends?
John 10:10 "A thief comes only to steal and slaughter and destroy; I came so that they might have life and have it more abundantly." Living abundantly is a major theme in the Bible and it has been one that I have struggled with as a chronic illness sufferer. Truly "living life" is hard work!… Continue reading Living Life
We don’t realize it until it’s us, until it is our own lives that are falling, “apart.” Or how I like to look at it now, “falling into place.” For me, it was 6th grade. All my friends from elementary school had left me so I was faced with a new school and no friends… Continue reading Life isn’t fair, it sucks, and it’s messy.