My 5 year fight to get diagnosed with dysautonomia.
At age 22 my life is not at all what I thought it would be. I now own a seemingly excessive amount of medical equipment: 2 canes (folding and traditional), a simple walker, a rollator walker, shower chair, blood pressure cuff, 6 different types of braces (most of them in pairs for bilateral support -… Continue reading Learning to Love My Life with Disabilities
I deal with 14 invisible illnesses every day. If you saw me on the street, I wouldn't look sick. I wouldn't look disabled. My illnesses are internal. Because of this, I often deal with the fear that I won't be believed when I call in sick to work or cancel plans. In my past, there… Continue reading Being Invisibly Ill
As each day passes that I'm battling all my mental and chronic illnesses, the more I feel convinced that I'm never going to find a partner. Each night I sit with a cold wash cloth on my head while on the bathroom floor puking my guts out, the only question in my mind is "why… Continue reading My Biggest Fear