Chronic Illness, Coping, Life Posts, Mental Health

Losing Mobility

I won't deny this isolation has been hard. Not being able to see my therapist or my psychiatric NP in person for our first meetings has already set me back in the diagnosis and treatment process. They can't see my mannerisms and stims, they can't read my facial expressions or tone, they can't tell when… Continue reading Losing Mobility

Chronic Illness, Coping, Life Posts, Mental Health

Find Me in the Ashes

I am forever grateful that I now have a central line. But my stomach still drops when hearing the words 'blood draw'. And while I look calm and collected, I am fending off a full scale panic attack as the nurses try again and again to get an IV started. Now, I have been poked… Continue reading Find Me in the Ashes