Can You Still Be Ambitious With a Chronic Illness?
I found my grad school acceptance email in my spam folder. At this point I had received rejections from almost
Tag: self-care
A reminder: you are worthy of love
I know that V-Day can be hard for some, so let it be said, and louder for those in the
Fall Surprise: Covid 19.
It was November 14, and I spoke to my cousin on the phone. She asked me if I had had
New Year’s Resolutions for People with Chronic Illnesses
If you’re anything like us, you probably spent a good chunk of 2018 dealing with your chronic illness, adjusting to new developments and learning from the hard knocks along the way. We’re not big believers in New Year’s resolutions, but we like to make lists and bring visibility to chronic illness, especially of the invisible variety. These New Year’s resolutions are an accumulation of some insights and hopes for the new year. We know that different conditions require different handling and that not all of these resolutions will work for everyone. We all have different experiences and life situations and that’s cool! But we want to share these resolutions to show solidarity, help allies support friends and family and let others with chronic illness know: you’re not alone.
Word Warrior Wednesday: Desmond Tutu
I have been reading a lot about South Africa lately, namely because I will go there next year, for a
World IBD Day: In celebration of community
Throughout the day, I have posted about IBD, and IBD awareness- there are many blogs and foundations that provide support,
How does your garden grow? (Self-care)
My friend Harriett and her fencing coach have a lovely expression when people ask them why they fence:” keeping the
Word Warrior Wednesday: Whatif (Shel Silverstein)
It’s been a while since I posted one of these- mea culpa! Life has been super busy. Today is a
Being your own person
I recently read Sara Ringer’s post on dating a man with Crohn’s Disease. In the post, she elaborates on how,
One year surgery anniversary
Yesterday was the one year anniversary of my stomach perforation. One year ago, I was writhing in agony on the
The Morbus Crohnicles 