My Top 10 Favorite Books

In the end, we’ll all become stories.

Margaret Atwood

My mental health has been a little bit up & down recently. Honestly, I haven’t been in the mood to write in months, but I know that it’s an important coping mechanism and outlet for me. So, I woke up today in the mood to write something, but not anything heavy. I’ve been wanting to do this post for awhile now, so what better time to do it then right now. Those who know me, know I read a ridiculous amount of books. Reading is my favorite thing to do, along with cooking. I truly love to share my love of books with people. So I figured I’d let everyone know my top 10 favorite books of all time. And I hope it’ll make you want to read them too. Because, after all, there’s nothing like a good book to take your mind off of things. So let’s get started!

10) Then She Was Gone by Lisa Jewell. I have 3 copies of this book because I love it so much. It’s by far my favorite thriller of all time. Jewell is one of my favorite authors, I’ve read every single one of her books (all 13!) because I love her style of writing so much, and all of her characters are so well written and developed. Then She Was Gone is about a 15 year old girl who disappears, never to be seen again. Then her mother meets a man whose 10 year old daughter reminds her a lot of her missing daughter. She soon begins to question everything. What really happened to her daughter? Who is this man she knows so little about? And why does his daughter remind her so much of her own? There are so many twists and turns. I didn’t see the ending coming at all, I remember sitting there for a long time after I was done just thinking about everything I just read. If you like thrillers and mutli-layered characters, this is the book for you. My favorite quote: “Stories are the only thing in this world that are real. Everything else is just a dream.”

9) It Ends with Us by Colleen Hoover. This was the first Hoover book I ever read, and I fell so in love with it that it sent me into a month where I read nothing but her books. And let me tell you, every single one of them destroyed me, and I still think about them. I heard about this book on social media because it was blowing up everywhere. Once I read what it was about, I knew I had to get my hands on it, and I’m so glad that I did. It Ends with Us is about first loves, current loves, and the ones who broke your heart. It’s about abuse and trying to walk away from it. It’s about becoming a wife and a mother. It’s about a woman, her new love, and her old love. It switches between her life now and her life 15 years ago. It’s a heartbreaking, real and emotional romance novel with all-too-human characters. This book will absolutely break your heart, but it will also but it back together again, and the last line of this book will leave you breathless. If you like books that make you cry, this is the one for you. My favorite quote: “There is no such thing as bad people. We’re all just people who sometimes do bad things.”

8) When All Is Said by Anne Griffin. I read this book about 2 years ago, and I think about it often. I was in the library one day and randomly picked up this book in the new releases section. I usually read reviews before I choose a book, but this particular book I just decided to read without looking at anything. To this day it’s unlike any other book I’ve ever read. It moved me in ways I didn’t know were possible, and it made me cry a lot. When All Is Said is about a single night. A story of a lifetime. If you had to pick 5 people to sum up your life, who would they be? If you were to raise a glass to each of them, what would you say? And what would you learn about yourself, when all is said? It’s an incredibly moving, emotional, and deeply woven novel. You will fall in love with every single person and your heart will hurt for them. But you’ll also feel so much happiness. I think that this is a book that every single person should read, it’ll change your perspective about how we live our lives and the people that we meet along the way. The only warning I’ll give is that this book takes place in Ireland, so some of the vocabulary and dialect is different. But if you don’t mind that, please do yourself a favor and pick up this book. My favorite quote: “I’m here to remember- all that I have been and all that I will never be again.”

7) All the Ugly and Wonderful Things by Brynn Greenwood. I can’t praise this book enough, it truly changed me forever. I remember standing in the library crying because I didn’t want to return this book, because I loved it so much (I’m a book nerd- I know lol). All the Ugly and Wonderful Things is about a powerful & consuming love between two very unlikely people. This love takes place against the backdrop of a midwestern meth lab. I think this book challenges all we know and believe about love. You will be uncomfortable reading this book, that’s a promise. It dives into some pretty tough subjects, and some things done in this book are wrong. But it’s so honest & intelligent that it’s hard not to fall in love with the characters. Like I said before, this book absolutely changed me. The way that I think about family & love & relationships is completely different now, and I’m grateful that this book gave me that. I encourage everyone to make the choice to challenge the things that we believe in, by reading this book. I just love it so much. My favorite quote: “In the meantime, the things that hurt other people healed me.”

6) One Day in December by Josie Silver. This is one of the books that I quote the most in my every day life. It’s just such a good love story. This book is so special because it not only explores the love between two people romantically, but the love between friends and family too. One Day in December is about love at first sight, a love triangle, and about hurting the people that you love the most. It’s also about understanding and forgiveness. It’s 10 years of friendship, heartbreak, missed opportunities, and roads not taken. Do you believe in love at first sight? You will after you read this book. Do you believe in soulmates? I promise you will after the last page is read. It’s so incredibly beautiful. Silver manages to make her characters so warm that they make their way into your heart and stay there long after you’ve finished the book. If you feel like reading a good old fashioned, heartwarming love story, go get this book right now. You won’t be able to put it down, and it’s so worth it. My favorite quote: “There comes a point where you have to make the choice to be happy, because being sad for too long is exhausting.”

5) Where the Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens. I’m sure you’ve heard about this book before. It’s one of the most popular and best selling books in recent years, and it’s being made into a movie in 2022. I didn’t want this story to end. I read it in one day on vacation a few years ago. This book takes place in North Carolina in 1969, so the vocabulary can be pretty tricky at times, but as long as you focus and pay attention, it really isn’t that hard to understand. I remember sobbing at the end of this book. I know that when a book makes me cry that hard, it’s a special one. Where the Crawdads Sing is about so many different things. It’s a coming-of-age story that celebrates nature and what it takes to survive on your own. It’s also at times a murder mystery. My favorite thing about this book was its unwavering tribute to nature. Owens is able to incorporate wild life, trees, plants, and the seasons into her book so naturally & wonderfully. It’s truly captivating. There’s a reason this book has spent the last 164 weeks on the best seller list. Please, read this moving and breathtaking story. You will love it forever. My favorite quote: “Faces change with life’s toll, but eyes remain a window to what was.”

4) Anxious People by Fredrik Backman. So if you read my blog on a regular basis, you know how much I love Backman’s books. I read this book while I was in a bad reading slump. I was finding it hard to get through books, which usually happens when I’m dealing with my bouts of depression. I can say without a doubt that this book brought me out of my slump. It was the first book I finished in months. So I know that it’s a really good one. And it’s one that holds a special place in my heart. Anxious People is about a bank robbery gone wrong, and all of the craziness that follows. It’s about a crime that never took place, a would-be bank robber who disappears, and eight very anxious strangers that find out they have more in common than they think. It’s a book that makes you laugh, makes you cry, and makes you think- the perfect combination in my opinion. It’s quirky, heartwarming, and it dives deep into human nature. I can’t say enough amazing things about this book. It is 100% a must read. Run- don’t walk, to get it. The story will resonate with you, especially if you’re an anxious person. My favorite quote: “We need to be allowed to convince ourselves that we’re more than the mistakes we made yesterday. That we are all of our next choices, too, all of our tomorrows.”

3) A Good Neighborhood by Therese Ann Fowler. I’m already getting emotional just thinking about this book. I won’t lie to you, this book is so incredibly sad. And honestly, there isn’t a happy ending. But it’s real, honest, and raw. I had absolutely no idea what I was getting into by reading this book. It destroyed me, and it’s another book that will forever alter the way that I think about certain things. It’s rip-your-heart out emotional. I haven’t been the same since I finished this book over a year ago. But I recommend it to everyone I come across. It is an amazing book. A Good Neighborhood is about an American neighborhood on the brink of change. It’s an exploration of prejudice, and what it means to be innocent. This book asks big questions. What does it mean to be a good neighbor? How do we live alongside each other when we don’t see eye to eye? It’s a moving story about class, race, and an all-consuming love. The ending is heartbreaking, hopeful, and inevitable. It is a story for the ages, and it’s a story every single person living in America should read. Don’t wait, go get this book as soon as you can. My favorite quote: “How unfair that the past was irretrievable and yet impossible to leave behind.”

2) Heart Bones by Colleen Hoover. I read this book this past May, and it quickly jumped to my second favorite book of all time. It’s my favorite one of Hoover’s books, and in my opinion one of her more underrated ones. This book means everything to me. I am literally going to name my first born son Samson after the main character because I loved him so much, he’s my favorites book character ever. While reading this book, I really felt like Hoover was holding my heart in her hands. I felt that I grew “heart bones” in one sentence and then I felt them break in the next. I cried nonstop for probably the last 75 pages of the book. Heart Bones is about a love between two people from very different backgrounds. It’s about courage and growth, patience and trust. It’s a powerful, unique, moving, and unforgettable love story. It is unputdownable, I read it cover to cover in less than two days. I’m tearing up just thinking about the story. It broke and healed my heart bones. And my heart bones will never be the same. I hope yours won’t be either, after you read this one. My favorite quote: “You can fill your life with nice things, but nice things don’t fill the holes in your soul.” “What fills the holes in your soul?” “Pieces of someone else’s soul.”

1) Us Against You by Fredrik Backman. I’m sure if you know me, or at least read my blog posts, my all time favorite book is no surprise. This book holds an extremely special place in my heart, and I truly think that it’ll stay my #1 book forever. There’s not one day that goes by in my life where I don’t think about this book. It’s a sequel to Beartown which I also love, but I think Us Against You is 10x better. I don’t necessarily think you have to read the first book to understand the second, it’s easy to follow along. But I do think it’ll move you more if you read the first one. Us Against You is about the ways loyalty, friendship, and love carry a small hockey community in Sweden through it’s darkest days. It’s about how families recover, how a community heals, and how people grow. Right from the first page, your attention is captured- “It is a story about hockey rinks and all the hearts that beat around them, about people and sports and how they sometimes take turns carrying each other.” There are so many intertwining stories wrapped up into one incredible, captivating, once-in-a-lifetime novel. I felt I lived with the characters throughout the story, and I still feel like I live with them now, They are unforgettable. Backman weaves so many complex social issues into his stories, and he so eloquently expresses what makes humans so wonderful and what makes us so horrible too. I just can’t say enough incredible things about this book. There’s a reason it has my heart and my #1 spot. I’d read it every single day if I could. My favorite quote: “Sometimes people have to be allowed to have something to live for in order to survive everything else.”

So, there you have it, my top 10 favorite books of all time. That was emotional for me, thinking back to all of the amazing books I’ve read. Books have always moved me very deeply, and that is something I’m so extremely grateful for. I think it makes me a better person. I hope this post makes you want to read some of these books, because that’s all I really want. To share my love of books with other people, in the hopes that they’ll love them too. Happy reading! 🙂

My honorable mentions:

3) The Two Lives of Lydia Bird by Josie Silver

2) Ask Again, Yes by Mary Beth Keane

1) The Woman in the Window by A.J. Finn

Waiting For a Diagnosis

My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.

William Shakespeare

4 years ago around this time I started experiencing my first symptoms. I’ve never written about that time in between the start of my symptoms and my diagnosis. It was a hard time. Really, really hard. Back then I didn’t realize I’d soon be referring to my life in before and after terms. Before I got sick, after I got sick. Nobody talks about how hard the waiting period is. I wish I had known. It’s like you’re waiting for your whole life to change. You know that it’s going to happen, but not necessarily how. I cried a lot during that time. I was in a car accident in March 2017, started having symptoms in April 2017, got my first set of bloodwork done in late May 2017, found out about my titers for Lupus in June 2017, was diagnosed with Lupus in July 2017, and then I was diagnosed with CREST in October 2017. A lot can happen in a few short months. Those few weeks before my Lupus diagnosis were so scary. I had no idea what the outcome was going to be. I had to wait a month to get into my rheumatologist. I really think I cried every single day. Plus I was in so much joint paint, I was running fevers, and I was extremely fatigued. Add my anxiety and sadness onto that and you get a very depressing couple of weeks. It’s funny the small things that I remember around that time. The Penguins had just won their back to back Stanley Cup a few days before I got my blood work back. I remember leaving the radio station after talking about their win on the sports show, coming home, and sitting down with my mom on the couch where she told me about the Lupus titers in my blood tests. The very next day, I went to an engagement party. I look back at those pictures and just see a girl who was faking being happy, because that girl was so scared, and so confused behind that smile. I was very thankful for my family that day. I felt all of their love & support and looking back, that was just the beginning of them standing behind me no matter what. My sister graduated middle school a few days after that, and we had a party for her. I remember sitting at the table talking to some family members about how I finally got an appointment with a rheumatologist. I look back at those pictures and I know that I was happy. That was the first time I realized that I could be scared & mad but also be so happy & so grateful. That’s the only reason I’ve made it this far. I was able to balance out those bad feelings with the good ones. Waiting for the CREST diagnosis was a different kind of hard. I was diagnosed a month after figuring certain symptoms out. So, it really wasn’t that long of a wait. Plus, I figured I already had one autoimmune disease, what’s one more? The hard part was waiting to find out if it was CREST which is also known as limited scleroderma, or systemic scleroderma. There’s one big difference, systemic scleroderma can be fatal. Waiting to find out about my test results was excruciating. That’s the best way I can put it. In 55% of people diagnosed with systemic scleroderma, there’s a 5-10 year lifespan postdiagnosis. I was terrified. I tried to stay positive and out of my head, but it’s not always possible. The bottom line is, I was afraid this would kill me. I only had to wait about a week for those results, but it felt like a lifetime. Of course, I was diagnosed with CREST instead of systemic scleroderma. And I’m thankful for that every single day. I’ve said this before, but I find it funny what I consider myself lucky for these days. I never thought that I would feel lucky for being diagnosed with a chronic illness. But here I am. And I will proudly say that I’m lucky for my diagnosis, doctors, treatment and support. I think I owe it to all of the people who never got their diagnosis, or the people who are still waiting. I hope that one day they’ll feel lucky too. In January 2019 I was diagnosed with major depressive disorder. It sounds silly, but I hoped for that diagnosis. I was in such a bad place, and I just wanted to know that I wasn’t crazy, and that what I was feeling was real. In most cases, diagnosis = treatment. And I needed it. I struggled less with waiting for a mental illness diagnosis than a chronic illness one. I don’t know why, I guess that’s just how it was. My health (both mental & physical) has been pretty stable for 2 years now. Another thing I’m thankful for. Looking back, that waiting period was the hardest thing I’ve dealt with, but it brought me to where I am today. Knowing that I survived that, makes me feel like I can survive anything. It makes me feel so, so strong. If anyone reading this is waiting for a diagnosis, I see you, I hear you, I feel you. And you are so incredible and so strong. I promise you that you will get through this, even if it doesn’t feel like it now. If anyone reading this has gone through the waiting period before diagnosis, know how much strength and courage it took to get through it. You should be so proud of yourself. Life is not easy, and it can change in an instant. Just live everyday bravely and boldly, because we don’t know what tomorrow can bring. I recently read It Ends With Us by Colleen Hoover. It was so amazing, and I very highly recommend it. I’ll leave with a quote from it. “I think about how sometimes, no matter how convinced you are that your life will turn out a certain way, all that certainty can be washed away with a simple change in tide.”

The Other Side of Gymnastics

The eyes are the window to the soul.

William Shakespeare

This post is going to be really hard to write. But, I want to be vulnerable & stand up for what I believe in. Over the past 5 years a lot has come out about USA Gymnastics and the abuse that they have covered up. The USA Gymnastics national team doctor was sentenced to 175 years in prison back in 2018 for numerous sexual assault crimes against the gymnasts that he treated. Just a few days ago, a well known Olympic team coach committed suicide after being charged with 24 counts of sexual abuse & human trafficking. A lot has also come out about verbal abuse from coaches. And, USA Gymnastics continues to sweep all of this under the rug, choosing to avoid discussing all of the abuse that they let happen. They still have not allowed an independent investigation. It breaks my heart. I was a competitive gymnast for 10 years. I know all too well how abusive gymnastics can be. I lived it. I experienced years of emotional, mental, and verbal abuse from coaches. And I’m not afraid to talk about it anymore. I loved gymnastics with every fiber of my being. It was my whole world, and it helped shape the person I am today. I made incredible friendships, connections, and unforgettable memories. I will always be thankful for my years as gymnast. When I look back, I feel a lot of happy & positive feelings. But, in the same breath, I can’t continue to allow myself to ignore the trauma that also came with those years. I tried so hard at ignoring those scary feelings for way too long, and I will not do it anymore. I can’t do it anymore. I only realized the trauma I went through about 4 months ago, in therapy. With the help of my therapist, I was able to link certain things together. A lot of the things I struggle with today stem from competitive gymnastics. I have this overwhelming urge to be perfect in a few things that I do. I think I notice it most when I’m cooking. If it doesn’t come out perfect, I feel like I failed & disappointed everyone. For 10 years, I was judged on how perfect I executed routines. I was judged on how perfect I looked- there couldn’t be a hair out of place or a speck of nail polish on your fingers. It was drilled into me every single day to be perfect, and there wasn’t an option to be anything less. I’ve realized that we were taught to chase a perfection that didn’t exist. And I think it’s unfair to teach young girls that they need to be perfect. It has carried over to my life now, even 8 years later. I wish it didn’t still affect me, but it does. It’s hard to undo what you’ve been taught. I think I will eventually, that’s one of my goals in therapy. I’m so afraid to disappoint people. But, believe me, I do. Disappointing someone when you’re so afraid of it is really difficult, like a tricky mind game. There was never any hesitation when it came to kicking you out of practice for not meeting your coach’s expectations. Didn’t stick a landing? Quick smack on the back of the head. Gained a few pounds? You’re “getting soft” and you have to lose those pounds as quickly as they came on. Shed a few tears because you were so emotionally drained & exhausted & frustrated? Berated in front of teammates. Those things stick with you forever. And for a long time I didn’t allow myself to remember those things, let alone talk about them. I believe that in an overwhelming amount of gyms, gymnasts are taught to be submissive. You don’t question your coach, you don’t talk back to your coach, and you always have to do what they say. I think that’s what needs to change. Coaches are not right all of the time, and gymnasts should feel like they’re able to voice their opinions. Up until recently I think I put gymnastics on a very high pedestal. Like nothing about it could ever be wrong. There is no other sport like gymnastics. I believe that it’s the hardest sport there is, without question. No other sport takes a bigger toll on you mentally, physically, or emotionally. And unless you lived it, you truly don’t know what it’s like. I think gymnastics was so untouchable when it came to criticism for me, because I felt like I was special for being a gymnast. Like I was part of this secret club that was so hard to get into. I’m still proud of myself for being a gymnast. That will never go away. Now I just choose to except the reality of the situation, and I allow myself to feel the pain, to peel back the layers of trauma. And I know that underneath those layers, there’s that little girl who fell in love with the sport, and I owe her the opportunity to heal. Because I know deep down, there is still so much love, respect, and gratitude for gymnastics. But that love has to be healthy, another thing I’m working on in therapy. I had one coach who always, no matter what, kept that love for gymnastics alive for me. When I say that gymnastics taught me everything, I really mean him. He always pushed me to be the best that I could be. And he taught me a lot about my self in the process. Sure, we had some hard nights. Nights filled with a lot of tears, one night where I was kicked out of the gym, and nights with a lot of frustration. But he never made me hate the sport, and for that I owe him everything. When I look back, I’d still do it all over again. Even knowing what I know now. Maybe that makes me weak. Maybe it makes me a hypocrite. Maybe it makes me human. I guess that’s for you to decide. I’d do it all over again because it puts me in the position I’m in now. A position where I’m able to stand up and advocate. To call on USA Gymnastics to open up an independent investigation. To protect all of the current gymnasts, and all of the ones who will come after. To use my voice to fight for what I believe in. I coach gymnastics now. I think it gave me back some control. I actively try to break the cycle of abuse. I always make sure to check that my kids feel okay, that they’re comfortable, and that they’re happy. I try my best to encourage open & honest conversations. I think it’s a good starting point. I have to say, the gym that I coach at is absolutely incredible. All of the coaches, owners, and people there care so much, love so big, and always have the gymnasts best interest at heart. Being in such a healthy & happy gym environment has truly reminded me what the best parts of gymnastics are. I definitely think coaching at such an amazing place has helped me on my journey to heal. And I’m grateful everyday that I walk in there. I think the thing that I’ve realized is that it isn’t the sport of gymnastics that I have a problem with, but the culture of gymnastics that has affected me so negatively. The culture of gymnastics is not going to change overnight, that’s why we need to continue pushing for change every singe day. I still believe, after everything, that gymnastics is the best sport, and I’m so thankful for all of the positive things it brought me. I have a lot of things to still work through, but I think that I will. I have a whole lot of love for the sport, and I want that love to last inside of me forever. I wouldn’t be the person I am today without all of the things gymnastics gave me, both good and bad. But I think it’s made me strong, and I will continue using that strength to advocate for change. I’ll leave you all with a quote from Us Against You by Frederik Backman. “At some point almost everyone makes a choice. Some of us don’t even notice it happening, most don’t get to plan it in advance, but there’s always a moment when we take one path instead of another that has consequences for the rest of our lives. It determines the people we will become, in other people’s eyes as well as our own.”

Rare Disease Day 2021

Though she be but little, she is fierce.

William Shakespeare

Happy Rare Disease Day! I love this day, because it gives me a chance to talk in detail about my rare diseases, and it gives me a chance to raise awareness. I have 2 rare diseases, CREST Syndrome and Mixed Connective Tissue Disease (MCTD). I’ve written posts about both of them before, but I’ll give a quick rundown of both in case you don’t want to scroll all the way back. CREST Syndrome is a category of Scleroderma, which is a rare group of autoimmune diseases. According to the Genetic and Rare Disease Information Center (GARD), Scleroderma affects an estimated 300,000 Americans- less than .1% of the country’s population, with CREST being even rarer (less than 200,000 people are diagnosed). Scleroderma causes the immune system to produce too much collagen, causing the skin to become hard and stiff. CREST Syndrome is also known as Limited Scleroderma, meaning that only limited areas of the skin are thick, usually just the hands and face. CREST stands for calcinosis, Raynaud’s phenomenon, esophageal dysmotility, sclerodactyly, and telangiectasias. A lot of big words that probably look scary, but they aren’t too serious with the proper care & treatment. Every single patient with CREST has a different pattern of symptoms. For me, Raynaud’s affects me the most. I can’t regulate the temperature in my hands and feet, so when it’s cold out my fingers and toes will turn red, white, and purple, plus they’ll go numb. Luckily I’m on a medication called Norvasc, which is a calcium channel blocker. It is most commonly used to treat high blood pressure, but it helps my Raynaud’s by relaxing the blood vessels, making it easier for blood to flow. It has helped me so much, and I’m so thankful for it. I also make sure to bundle up when it’s cold out- which means 3 pairs of socks & Uggs on my feet, and hand warmers & gloves on my hands. Raynaud’s can be uncomfortable, painful, and annoying, but it’s nothing too hard to have under control. Second to Raynaud’s for me is esophageal dysmotility. It most commonly leads to problems swallowing. In my case, I have a fairly large hiatal hernia in mine, which was found through an endoscopy. It doesn’t cause me any horrible pain, but it does cause pretty bad heartburn and mild chest pain. If my hernia shifts, I will have to have it removed, but for right now I’m fine. Again, nothing too hard to handle right now thankfully. The other thing in CREST that I’ve had to deal with is a calcinosis. They are calcium deposits in the hands, feet, and face. I had two on the side of my nose, which I got removed about 3 years ago for cosmetic reasons, but the removal ended up leading to my diagnosis of CREST. I will always be thankful that my dermatologist tested them, and reached out to my rheumatologist telling her to test for CREST. I don’t know if I would have the diagnosis right now if it wasn’t for her, and I’m extremely grateful. My other rare disease is MCTD. According to GARD, MCTD occurs in about 2 persons per 100,000 per year. 80% of those are women. MCTD is a autoimmune disease, and the most well characterized overlap syndrome, that has features commonly seen in three different connective tissue disorders: Lupus, Scleroderma, and Polymyositis. Some people may also have symptoms of Rheumatoid arthritis. Some of my symptoms include: lupus-like rashes (I get the butterfly rash), muscle weakness, fatigue, fevers, and swelling in my hands. When it comes to MCTD, my hand pain is the worst. As I’ve said in previous posts, I couldn’t use my hands for 2 months, because I was in so much pain. I am one of the MCTD patients that has the symptoms of rheumatoid arthritis without actually being diagnosed. I have been diagnosed with polyarthritis, which is arthritis in 3 or more joints. Arthritis affects my hands, knees, and hips the most. I’ve come to realize that CREST and MCTD share a lot of the same symptoms- at least in my case. Looking back at the process of being diagnosed, everything makes so much sense now. Overall, I think that CREST affects me more than MCTD, but everyday can be different. In honor of today being Rare Disease Day, I want to throw out some statistics of rare diseases worldwide. According to GARD, there are over 300 million people living with one or more of the 6,000 identified rare diseases around the world. Rare diseases currently affect 3.5%-5.9% of the worldwide population. 72% of rare diseases are genetic, while others are the result of infections, allergies, and environmental causes. A disease is considered rare in the United States when it affects fewer than 200,000 people at a given time. One of the saddest statistics to me is that 90% of rare diseases DO NOT have an FDA approved treatment. That is frustrating & heartbreaking. According to the Rare Disease Day organization, “each rare disease may only affect a handful of people, but taken together the number of people directly affected is equivalent to the population of the world’s third largest country.” Read that again. Crazy, right? And the really mind-blowing thing is, there are probably a million more people living with a rare disease, but are missing a diagnosis. And unfortunately, that comes down to a lack a funding, research, and education on rare diseases. I can’t even tell you the amount of times I’ve had to explain what CREST or MCTD is to a doctor. It honestly shocks me every time, because I can’t believe a medical professional isn’t educated on certain rare diseases. There is still so much awareness that has to be raised. So many people need to stand up and fight for the people suffering. Having two rare diseases is extremely difficult (probably the hardest thing I’ve ever had to live through) but it has given me so much strength and so much motivation to use my voice. We need better healthcare and we need more funding. We have to give people a fighting chance. I’m so lucky to be in the position I’m in, and I will never stop advocating for what I believe in. And I believe in talking about chronic & mental illness, and two of mine just happen to be rare. I encourage you all to get involved, and even if you’re not the one who has a rare disease, advocate for the people who do. I think that listening is so important, you can learn so much just through words. If you would like to donate, I’d suggest going onto the National Organization for Rare Disorders (NORD) website, where you can become a one-time or monthly donor. The money goes to rare disease research. It’s hard to have rare diseases. I didn’t think I would ever be okay. I didn’t think I would ever be me again. But the truth is, I have become so much more than I was, and so much more than I ever thought I would be. Being rare has taught me how to advocate for myself, and it has helped me find my voice. And I’ve learned a lot not just about myself but about other people as well. I guess in a weird way I’m thankful. For this body, this heart, this mind, this life. Even if it comes with a few rare diseases (hey, it’s a great ice breaker at parties lol). I’ll end this post with one of my favorite quotes from a book I think very highly of, The Two Lives of Lydia Bird by Josie Silver. “I found the old me, still in here, and the new me sitting right alongside her. We made friends.” Happy Rare Disease Day, everyone!

Mental Health Check-in/Normalizing Mental Illness

We are such stuff as dreams are made on and our little life is rounded with a sleep.

William Shakespeare

To be honest, I’m not quite sure what exactly this post will be about. I just feel like writing, so I guess this will be a little mental health check-in for me, for you, for everyone. This will also be a little bit about normalizing mental illness, and how it’s okay to talk about how it affects you. Let’s jump right in. First off, mental health check-in. I’ll tell you how I’ve been doing the past few weeks, and hopefully it will lead you to have a small check-in with yourself. Ask yourself how you’ve been feeling, and if you’ve noticed anything different about your moods (both positive and negative). I think that checking in with yourself is like taking a small step back & just taking a minute. We all need that every now and then. Also, my Instagram DM’s are always open, if you ever need anyone to talk to, I’m a safe space & ally. I feel like my moods have been very up and down the past few weeks. Winding down from the holidays is always challenging. I’m a person who needs to have something to look forward to, even if it’s small. So once the excitement of the holidays is over, it can be hard for me. January, February, and March are by far my toughest months. Seasonal depression is a very real thing, and a lot of people struggle with it. If you’re one of those people, please know that you are not alone, and warmer & brighter days are ahead. My brother also went back up to school last week, and I miss him. I feel like a piece of me is missing when he’s gone. I don’t necessarily handle change very well, so it always takes a little bit of time for me to feel 100% after something changes, like my brother leaving. Something else I’ve been struggling with recently is negative self talk. I always try to give myself positive affirmations, but I have noticed that the way I’ve been talking & thinking to myself has been negative. I don’t really know why. I think I just go through times like that. But it’s really hard, and often times it’s hard to come out of it. I’m getting there though. Therapy the other day was really tough. I thought about it for a long time afterwards. It was the first time I admitted to someone other than myself that I’m afraid that my life isn’t going to turn out the way that I want it to. It’s something that has weighed very heavy on my mind the past week. I want a family. I want a husband, I want kids. And for some reason I’ve been absolutely terrified that it won’t happen for me. I guess I feel like I’m behind in some way. That certain things should have happened already. And then I have to remind myself that I’m only 22 and exactly where I’m supposed to be in my life. It’s that rational vs irrational thing again. I have to believe that my person is out there, that I’ll get the family I have always dreamed of. I have to believe because I couldn’t get through the ups & downs of life if I didn’t. But some weeks are harder than others. And that’s okay. Now I feel like switching over to positive things I’ve experienced these past couple of weeks. I really try to show both negatives, positives, ups, and downs of living with mental and chronic illness. I always want to be completely real and honest, which is why I talk about both bad and good things. Now, for some positives. A month ago I bought two 3-month-old guinea pigs. My therapist recommended getting a small emotional support animal, and now here we are. Their names are Moira and Twyla (this is what happens when you binge Schitt’s Creek and it becomes your new favorite show lol). They are the cutest things ever and I really didn’t know how much I was going to love them. They’re another reason to get out of bed in the morning, and I’m so happy I have them. And now let’s talk about probably the most exciting thing from these past few weeks. My cousin is getting married, and she asked me to be her maid of honor. I’m so incredibly honored and I can’t wait for the planning, the memories, and of course the wedding itself. I think as you get older you realize the people who are there for you through thick and thin, no matter what. My cousin Zion is one of those people, one of my best friends, and my rock. I’m so excited to stand next to her on her special day. While I’ve struggled with a lot of new things recently, there’s also so much good to be grateful for. And that isn’t lost on me. I want to switch gears now and move onto normalizing mental illness. It was recently Bell Let’s Talk day, which is day to bring awareness to those struggling with their mental health, and to open up the conversation surrounding it. I have never been afraid to share my story. I think that my story gives me strength, and by sharing it I know that I’m helping people. I also want to say before I dive into this next topic, that I’m not trying to downplay depression & anxiety by trying to normalize it. They are serious, and they need to be treated. I’m simply trying to normalize what people suffering from it go through, so we don’t feel so alone. I think that the conversation surrounding mental illness should be normal, it should be an everyday discussion, because it isn’t something to be ashamed of. So that’s what I mean by “normalizing” it. I’m going to be really vulnerable right now in the hopes it makes at least one person feel more comfortable. I’m going to describe what happens to me in a depressive episode, because I know other people struggle with the same exact things, but might be afraid to say it out loud. I go days and days without showering. I wear the same clothes over and over again. I don’t brush my teeth. I don’t have energy. I don’t have motivation. I can’t concentrate. I’m angry. I’m scared. I’m mad at myself for being this way. I lash out at people. I ignore my friends. I lose myself completely. And truthfully, I need a lot of help pulling myself out of it. I’m putting this all out there because it’s real. And I know I’m not the only one who experiences these things. I know that it can be embarrassing to talk about, which is why I’m doing it. If you’re reading this and go through the same things, I hope you know that you’re not alone. In October I had to increase my antidepressant. I’m not ashamed to say that I had to, and if I didn’t do it, I don’t know what kind of place I’d be in now. It’s okay to need medication. It’s also okay if you don’t. Do whatever works for you, and never apologize for putting yourself first. I know I say it all the time, but we really are all just doing the best that we can. And I think that’s brave. I’m going to leave you with a quote from Us Against You by Frederik Backman (shocking, right?). I think it sums up how I genuinely feel about other people, especially those who struggle like me. “I wish you courage. I wish you rushing blood. A heart that beats too hard. Feelings that make everything too hard. Love that gets out of control. The most intense adventures. I hope you find your way out. I hope you’re the kind of person, who gets a happy ending.”

A Letter to My Past Self

All that glitters is not gold.

William Shakespeare

Dear 16-year-old Eleanor,

Hey girl, slow down for a minute. One day you’re going to look in the mirror and not recognize the person staring back at you. You’ll look a little bit older, and a little more tired. I hate to break it to you, but your heart will be broken, your mind will be put through the ringer, and your body will be pushed to it’s limit. But you’ll also be stronger than you could have ever imagined was possible, you’ll be brave, you’ll be proud of what you’ve been through. Enjoy every second of still being a kid, because in a few short years you’ll be forced to grow up super quick. Enjoy those early morning hockey games, and those late practices. Enjoy the road trips & the hotels & the knee hockey games. Enjoy those snack bar lunches and dinners. Enjoy every single minute, because you’ll wish a thousand times over you were back watching a travel hockey game. You will say over and over again to family & friends that you’d give anything to go back, and of course they’ll agree with you. Cherish the time you’re able to spend with your best friends. Go see that movie, go shop at that store, go watch that game. Because there will come a point where you will all live in different cities or different states. Where your only chance to hangout and catch up is over facetime while you’re both preoccupied by a million other things. But the love between you and your friends will never fade. So believe in them and keep them around even when it’s hard, because I promise you that they’re worth it. Dive your heart out, because you’ll have days in the near future where you will have trouble going up and down the stairs, and days where you’ll need help brushing your own hair. Stop pushing people away. You’ll need a strong support system around you in a few years. Start trusting that people want to be around you for good reasons. That they may actually enjoy being around you. Stop being afraid to speak up, to give an opinion, to be loud even when you want to be quiet. Stop doubting yourself. Because in a few years, you won’t have a choice but to speak up and advocate for yourself. And, guess what? You’ll do it. You’ll be louder than you ever thought was possible, you’ll be confident in what you’re saying. You’ll do it because you don’t have a choice. But it’ll make you strong. Go look in the mirror right now. Stare at the girl looking back at you. Take her in, really look at her. Because what if I told you that you’ll have less than 2 years of that girl looking back at you left. What if I told you that that girl in the mirror is 24 months away from going through the hardest 3 years of her entire life. What if I told you that you’re going to be a completely different person, shaped by things completely out of your control. That you’ll be angry, sad, full of grief & guilt, broken, shattered, close to ending it all, and absolutely terrified. You won’t know which way is up, you’ll have a complete mental breakdown in the lobby of a hockey rink, you’ll push people who care about you away, you’ll spend your nights sitting at the top of the stairs rocking back and forth because you’re afraid of the monsters in your head, you’ll shut down, you’ll become a shell of yourself. You’ll hurt people you care about the most, you’ll lie, you’ll hit rock bottom. It all sounds pretty terrifying, right? I’m not going to sugar coat it, it is scary. It’s heartbreaking. It’s just plain awful. But what if told you that you’ll also learn how to stand up for yourself, how to be authentic, how to be honest. You’ll grow, you’ll accomplish so many amazing things, you’ll meet so many great people. You’ll go on vacations, see new places, experience different things. And, yes, while you will have those months of having trouble doing simple things like walking up & down the stairs or brushing your hair, you’ll make it through those hard days and dive again. You’ll make it out of rock bottom, you’ll find that light at the end of the tunnel, you’ll survive. You’ll become a much stronger person. And then one day, when you’re 22, you’ll look in the mirror and see a different person looking back at you. And yes, she’ll be tired and look older. But she’ll be happy & full of life & real & beautiful. Keep going even when you feel like you can’t, because the view at the top is pretty great. I write this letter to you with a mind softened by grief, and a heart strengthened by struggle. Do not give up. You’re destined to do amazing things. You’ll help so many people. You’ll find out who you truly are. And the most important thing, you’ll be okay, I promise.


22-year-old you

When it’s Hard to Get Out of Bed

Are you sure that we are awake? It seems to me that yet we sleep, we dream.

William Shakespeare

Most days, the hardest thing for me is getting out of bed in the morning. The decision to get up and start the day, is the hardest one that I make all day. I’m easily overwhelmed thinking about the day ahead, no matter what I’m doing or how busy I am. Anxiety can definitely make you irrational, and make you believe that things are going to be worse than they actually are. So each morning, it’s an internal battle for me. Weighing my irrational & rational sides. Deciding each day to be bigger than my anxiety and depression. And doing all of that is really hard. Exhausting even. I’m not here to pretend it isn’t, I’m just here to let you know that if I can do it everyday, you can too. Something that has helped me get out of bed is having something to do as soon as I get up. That thing right now is skincare. I’ve never been a person who really cared about what my skin looked like, and I definitely have no talent when it comes to makeup. So doing something for my skin is new for me. But it has become something I look forward to doing everyday. It’s literally 3 steps and takes 5 minutes, but if I do it, I feel like I’ve accomplished something for the day already. I’ve learned throughout my journey with mental illness, that having small goals to accomplish each day helps me carry on with all of the other things I have to do that particular day. They’re goals that I know I can do, but it still feels really good when I accomplish them. They’re small victories to be proud of. I also like to lay out my outfit for the next day the night before. I find that if I have clothes already picked out, I’m more likely to put them on instead of just staying in pajamas (but believe me, I have those days too. I mean come on, who doesn’t love a good pajama day). Anyway, laying out my clothes the night before has helped me get out of bed in the morning. I also work a lot. Which is a pretty big reason why I have to get out of bed. Wednesday mornings I have to be up and ready to entertain people at 7am on the morning radio show I do. I absolutely love it, and I’m up so early I don’t even have time to think about not getting up. So I guess you could say that Wednesdays are my easy days. On Tuesday, Thursday, and Fridays I nanny. While it can be hard to get up on some of those days, I know that I have to, and honestly I want to. I love those babies so much and I’m so incredibly thankful for them every single day. They have saved my life without knowing it, and on those days I truly can’t wait to get to them. I consider myself extremely lucky to have jobs that I love, because loving them makes those tough mornings a little bit easier. It seems that my life has become coping mechanism after coping mechanism. But I guess that it’s a good thing. If I didn’t have ways to cope, I don’t think I could function normally. I’ll give you a few of my coping mechanisms, in case you’re looking for some. When I’m feeling anxious I like to listen to music, or be around my anchor person if possible. I use the term anchor person to refer to the person who knows how to calm me down/make me feel better. That person for me is my sister, Anabelle. She’s the first person I go to, but my parents and my brother & other sister are awesome too. I would highly recommend having an anchor person if possible. I also carry a book with me literally every single place I go. Reading has always been something that has grounded me, I never go anywhere without some kind of book. If I’m feeling anxious in a public place, I’ll pull out my book and read a few pages if it’s possible. Another thing I’ve noticed myself doing is brushing my hair when I’m feeling anxious. It’s always just been something I’ve done. Through recent therapy sessions I have learned that anxiously brushing my hair is more of a compulsion instead of a coping mechanism. It’s a very thin line between compulsion and coping, so my advice to you is to watch it closely. But, also, don’t be too hard on yourself, you’re doing the best that you can in your particular circumstances. Like I’ve said in previous blog posts, something new that I’m experiencing is disassociation. It’s definitely been something that has been hard to work through, but I’m slowly learning. When you disassociate, engage your 5 senses, it will help bring you back. For me, I pet my dog, or drink an ice cold glass of water. Again, just do the best that you can, there’s no guidebook (even though sometimes I wish that there was). I guess I just want everyone reading this to know that it’s okay if it’s hard to get out bed some days, it’s okay to try new coping mechanisms, it’s okay to be honest about what you’re going through. I struggle every single day to get out of bed, but I’m still here, still fighting, still learning. I think that’s all we can really do. If you got out of bed today even if it was hard, I’m proud of you. By now you probably know that I always like to end my posts with a quote from my favorite book, Us Against You, or another one of my favorites, Anxious People, both by Frederik Backman. I think I love both of these books so much because they capture everything I think, everything I want to say so perfectly. I’ll end this post with a quote from Anxious People. I chose this particular quote because I think it’s very true, even if it can be a little bit hard to accept. “We can’t change the world, and a lot of the time we can’t even change people. No more than one bit at a time. So we do what we can to help whenever we get the chance. We save those we can. We do our best. Then we try to find a way to convince ourselves that that will just have to…be enough. So we can live with our failures without drowning.”

Let’s Talk About the Stigma Surrounding Mental Illness

Fourscore and upward, I fear I am not in my perfect mind.

William Shakespeare

Weak, less than, sick, stupid, psycho, crazy.. the list goes on and on. Those are just some words that are used against people who suffer from mental illness. Words that are in our everyday vocabulary, words we usually don’t think twice about saying. But because of the stigma around mental illness, and what we are led to believe, those words, used in certain context, are now thrown around carelessly and without a second thought. And in turn has caused people suffering from mental illness, to believe those words themselves. It isn’t fair. It isn’t enough to say “it’s time to end the stigma.” We have to take action, help those suffering, and correct ourselves when we say something wrong. I think that the stigma surrounding mental illness is simple. Mental illness = weakness. Do you see the problem here? Mental illness is arguably the most stigmatized condition in this country. The stigma stems out of fear and ignorance. A lack of education, a lack of resources, perhaps a lack of empathy in some cases. It’s hard for me to understand why there’s such a negative stigma around mental illness. To me, understanding, supporting, and accepting a person with a mental illness isn’t a hard thing to do. It should be simple, it should definitely be the “norm.” I think that maybe people believe and fall into this negative stigma, because they themselves are afraid of developing a mental illness. It should not be that way. For a long time society has made us feel like having a mental illness is something to be afraid of, and then that produces a fear of mentally ill people. It’s a horrible cycle, that we need to break. The truth? The truth is that if you are one of the millions of people who suffer from depression, then you suffer from a mental illness. See, not so scary, right? Depression is a mental illness. Anxiety is a mental illness. Bipolar Disorder is a mental illness. OCD is a mental illness. Why are we so afraid of these illnesses , and the people that suffer from them? Because the stigma is so incredibly negative, and it’s in everything we do. Do you want to know the most obvious example of that? When we watch the news or read an article about someone committing a crime, and the first thing that is said about that person is that they’re either “mentally ill” or suffer from “some sort of mental illness.” We’re quick to use people’s mental illness as a scapegoat for the real problem in this country: the lack of accessible mental health care. The fact that sometimes people spin so out of control that they end up hurting themselves or others because they can’t get the help that they need. There is absolutely no reason why appointments with therapists or psychiatrists should be hundreds of dollars. There is no reason why medication should be hundreds of dollars. When it comes to mental health care, our country is failing us. It shouldn’t be hard to get help. But it is. And when people finally do get help, they struggle with feeling weak or less than because that’s what society tells us, what the stigma makes us believe. I know, because I am one of those people. My mental illness diagnosis is, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Major Depressive Disorder, and disassociation stemming from my depression. So there you have it, I’m mentally ill. And I deal with the stigma everyday. My biggest problem is that I feel weak. I feel like it’s my fault. I feel like I’m not strong enough to handle all of the things that have happened to me. That’s what the stigma surrounding mental illness has done to me. I’m overcoming it, because I’m fortunate enough to have access to therapy and medication. I still struggle with my mental health every single day. Disassociation is something new that I have been dealing with, just over the past 2 months. That’s been scary. When I’m in a depressive episode, or having a panic attack, I disassociate. I feel out of touch with reality, I feel as though I’m outside of my body watching someone else live my life. I didn’t know what was happening to me until I talked to my therapist about it. I didn’t even know that disassociation was thing, because it’s never talked about. So I’m talking about it now, just incase there’s someone out there reading this who feels the same way. I’m trying to break the stigma one step at a time. I’ve realized through therapy that I’m not weak. In fact, I’m really strong. That’s the ironic part, I think. Society makes us believe that mentally ill people are weak, but I think that we’re some of the strongest people out there. The bottom line is: mental health is health. Mental health is just as important as physical health. Just like how you’re physical health matters, your mental health does too. If you’ve fallen into believing the stigma, it’s okay. Just try your best to be aware of it, and work on changing it, you can do little things. Don’t use the words “crazy” or “psycho” or “stupid” when arguing with someone. Don’t make fun of someone for the anxieties that they have. or the depression that they are dealing with. Just be there for them, listen & understand them. Like me, you can try to break the stigma one step at a time. To all my other mentally ill people out there; this isn’t your fault, you are NOT broken, and you are not worthless. You are amazing. You are strong. You are brave. We all make mistakes, believe something that isn’t true, or make assumptions about people before getting to know them. You never know the battle hat someone is facing, so let’s be kind to one another. Let’s all work on being better, together. I recently finished Anxious People by Frederick Backman (would 10/10 recommend, it was absolutely amazing). I’m going to leave you with one of the most important quotes from the book. “They say that a person’s personality is the sum of their experiences. But that isn’t true, at least not entirely, because if our past was all that defined us, we’d never be able to put up with ourselves. We need to be allowed to convince ourselves that we’re more than the mistakes we made yesterday. That we are all of our next choices, too, all of our tomorrows.”

Pregnancy on Methotrexate & the Need for Safe Abortions

Fight for the things that you care about. But do it in a way that will lead others to join you.

Ruth Bader Ginsburg

This post is going to be very open, very real, and it will probably offend some people. But I honestly just don’t care. If this post ends up offending you, then you aren’t the kind of person I want following me on my journey, so you can stop. I refuse to stop advocating for my health or any other woman’s health, I want my blog posts to educate people. I want to be a voice for the people that can’t find theirs. The situations I find myself in day in and day out are incredibly real, and I want to show every part of them, good and bad. So, I hope you can learn something by reading this today. Let’s talk about Methotrexate first. I did a very detailed post about it a few months ago, so feel free to read that as well. But I’ll go over the basics again. I take Methotrexate once a week, it is my immuno suppressant. It’s also a chemo drug, but it has been shown to help people with autoimmune diseases such as Lupus and Rheumatoid Arthritis. It basically stops my body from attacking itself, and it has 100% saved my life. It gave me everything back, the ability to move my joints, the ability to get down the stairs in the morning, the will to keep going even when things seem impossible. Above all, it gave me my quality of life back, and for that I will be forever grateful. There’s one catch though. I’m not allowed to get pregnant on it. In a lot of cases, Methotrexate is used to treat ectopic pregnancies. It can also lead to a greater chance of miscarriage and birth defects. Also, it can be very dangerous for the woman who is pregnant. The most severe birth defects that Methotrexate can lead to are neural tube defects that affect the brain, spine, or spinal cord. It can also cause defects in the collarbones, teeth, and eyes. It is incredibly dangerous for a woman to carry a child that she got pregnant with while taking Methotrexate, it could absolutely be life threating for me if that was to happen. The really raw, real & honest truth is, if I did end up getting pregnant on Methotrexate, I would have to get an abortion. I would not have a choice. And, I’m okay with that, because I have to be. It’s something that I’ve already come to peace with, because it’s something that I’ve had to think about a lot. I don’t like that I have to think about it, but it is a situation that I could very well end up in, so it’s not something that I can ignore. Of course, I plan on taking every precaution necessary to not end up in that situation. I have to be off of Methotrexate for 6 months before I even start trying to have a baby, and I also can’t breastfeed while taking it. But, if I ever did find myself in that situation, I hope that I would have access to a safe abortion. What’s going on in the country right now is scary. We have certain people wanting to take those rights away from us, and I’m terrified. And so many other women are terrified too. Because, anyone can choose to have an abortion, it’s not just me. My reasons might be different, but those reasons shouldn’t matter. I support any woman who chooses to get an abortion, no matter the reason or the situation. Because (and this may be shocking to people) nobody has the right to judge another woman’s decision to abort. It IS NOT your life. It DOES NOT affect you in any way. Women should not be afraid in the year 2020 that we are going to have our reproductive rights taken away. How is that fair? How is anybody okay with that? It’s so mind blowing to me that I even have to write this post. But I am. I’m writing to educate, I’m writing for my rights, I’m writing for all of the women who are so afraid right now. And, I also want to point out, that there’s nothing I want to be more in my life, than a mother. This post isn’t about not wanting to have kids. Nothing about this situation is taken lightly, none of the things that I have thought about have been easy to think about. I lie awake some nights terrified that I never will be a mother. But that doesn’t change the fact that I would have to get an abortion if I got pregnant on Methotrexate. And, I’ll say it again, I and every other woman need access to SAFE abortions. We need SAFE places to go. We need access to checkups, medication, reproductive education, and birth control. News flash: accessible birth control is non negotiable. These are OUR bodies, OUR choices to make. So, to all the women out there who have gotten an abortion, are thinking about getting one, or know somebody who has, I support you & and stand by you 100%. I am proud to be pro choice, I’m thankful that I was raised to be that way. This is real, unfiltered, messy life. These are hard choices, hard thoughts, hard situations. Don’t judge anyone for the things that they choose. I wish that this was something that I didn’t have to think about or talk about. But it is. I will stand up for what I believe is right, and I have no shame in that, So, again, if this post offends you, I don’t care. Abortion is a right, period. I hope you can all realize that, and accept it. I started this post with a quote from Ruth Bader Ginsburg, who fought for our rights with dignity and grace. She was the definition of what it takes to be a strong woman in a man’s world. I’m going to end with another quote from her, “real change, enduring change, happens one step at a time.” I definitely took that step today. Once again, abortion is a right, and please register to vote.

Grief & Guilt

To weep is to make less the depth of grief.

William Shakespeare

I’ve realized over these past few weeks that I’m becoming the person who always says “my therapist told me to do this” or “or my therapist thinks that this will help me.” Honestly, I’m happy to be that kind of person because it means that I’m getting the help that I need. So, keeping with that theme, my therapist thinks that I should write a post about my feelings of guilt and the grief that I have experienced. So that is what I’m going to do today. Like I said in my last post, writing has been hard for me recently. I have had no motivation to sit down at my computer and pour my feelings out. When I am feeling depressed, any and all motivation I might have to do anything goes right out the window. So, I’m trying to push myself to do the things that I know will make me feel better after I have done them, like writing a blog post. So, lets start with grief. Greif is a tricky thing, and I also think that it is a very personal thing. I don’t think that grieving is reserved for just death. I think that you can grieve anything that you’ve lost, or anything that has changed. And grief really, really sucks. I’ve been in therapy for almost 2 years, and I’ve only just begun talking about my feelings of grief. I think that I was scared to talk about it, because so often we are made to feel that you can only grieve after someone dies. But, I’ve learned that it’s okay to grieve the person that I was before I got sick. It’s been a really hard change, and grief is natural in this situation. I have layers upon layers of grief inside of me. There’s so much grief, that it overwhelms me at times. I have never taken the time to open it all up, and work through it. But, that time starts now because I can’t keep living with these emotions all bottled up inside. So, what do I grieve? I grieve the person that I was before Lupus and CREST, I grieve for her because she’ll never get the life that was planned for her. She’ll never have a healthy body, she’ll never get rid of the intrusive thoughts, and she’ll never be “normal”. I know using the word normal sounds harsh, but it’s true. Nothing about my life is normal, nothing about my body is normal, nothing about my mental health is normal. But, I’m learning to live a “abnormally normal” life, and I think that it’s working out pretty well. I grieve for my family, both them before I got sick, and them after. My health affects them just as much as it affects me. They didn’t have to worry about me or my health 3 years ago, but now they do. And, I grieve for them. Grief has been a very confusing thing for me. I go back and forth between feeling like it’s okay to feel this way, and feeling like I’m being dramatic, and that I shouldn’t feel this way. But, my experiences are my experiences, and if I don’t’ accept them, I’ll never overcome them. So that’s what I’m working on now, acceptance. Accepting that this is now my life, and my family’s life. Just more things to talk about in therapy, I guess. Now, on to guilt. This is a tough one for me, because it’s something that I struggle with every single day. And, like grief, I just started talking about my guilt, 2 years later. Guilt is a heavy thing to carry, some days I don’t know how I don’t collapse. Maybe it’s my strength, but some days even that shocks me. So, what do I feel guilty about? I’m guilty about grieving, I’m guilty about feeling bad about my situation, I feel guilty about how this has affected my family, and everyone that I love. I feel like this whole thing is my fault, that I was the reason that I ended up sick. On my worst nights, I think about how I must have been a bad person in a different life for this to have happened to me. Is that rational? Not at all, but try telling that to my irrational brain. What if I had been a different person, in a different life? I think about that often. And I feel guilty about that, because I really do have an amazing life, with a great family and a bunch of people who love and support me. But I do still think about those things, that’s being an irrational person for you. I know that I’m irrational because I am mentally ill, but it does not make those rational thoughts come any easier. Because I think it’s really easy for those irrational thoughts to take over, but I’m working really hard at listening to my rational side (in therapy, of course). I guess that this blog post is my first real attempt at unpeeling the layers of grief & guilt. Everyone has to start somewhere, right? I feel anxious, I feel vulnerable, I feel scared. But maybe by writing this post, I’ll help someone else who is feeling the same way. That’s all I’m really trying to do. Okay, you all know what time it is now, time for a quote from Us Against You by Frederik Backman. “Grief is a wild animal that drags us so far out into the darkness that we can’t imagine ever getting home again. Ever laughing again. It hurts in such a way that you can never really figure out if it actually passes or if you just get used to it.”