Chronic Illness, Life Posts, Mental Health

A Decisive Return

It has been a while, I know. A lot has happened in these past few months and we will eventually get to that; but first I want to give a brief explanation as to why I took a hiatus longer than I had expected too. I needed to recover. And I wasn't healing like I… Continue reading A Decisive Return

Chronic Illness, Coping

A Necessity In A Life With Chronic Illness

Because we met online in NO way invalidates our friendship. Please, spare me the speech on how there are "middle aged men posing as teenagers" out there trying to exploit young girls. I'm a big girl now, I can judge and rationalize and determine the difference between a spam account and a farm girl from… Continue reading A Necessity In A Life With Chronic Illness

Chronic Illness, Coping, Uncategorized

Don’t Throw Us Away

I may now be an adult and legally responsible for myself, but that in no way means that I am ready to be dumped like yesterday's garbage on the curb and forced to face the world alone. Luckily, I have a great support system, that won't happen. But for some disabled teenagers facing their eighteenth… Continue reading Don’t Throw Us Away

Chronic Illness, Life Posts

Planning A Hospital Stay…For Once

As the date of my surgery closes in, it is important that I finalize my plans for my hospital stay and recovery. Things like checking to make sure the hospital's pharmacy carries all the medications and supplements I take, or checking if I need to bring my own supplements. Ensuring I have actual shampoo for… Continue reading Planning A Hospital Stay…For Once

Chronic Illness, Life Posts

The Countdown Begins

It is now exactly  a month until I will be going under the knife for the first time. Thirty days from now, on April 9th, I will be waking up with some new hardware in my body. I will have a titanium bar in my chest as a means of correcting my pectus excavatum, a… Continue reading The Countdown Begins

Chronic Illness, Life Posts

The Body of My Soul

TW: weight loss, body image talk Today I stepped on the scale and began to cry as I watched the numbers settle, barely reaching 100. I looked up into the mirror. Avoiding eye contact with my tear streaked face, I scanned every inch of freckled porcelain set against the coffee colored backdrop of the bathroom… Continue reading The Body of My Soul