Ten and a half months after having my daughter, and my fibromyalgia symptoms are still here, and I’ve been not only struggling with how to deal with those symptoms while caring for an active infant who’s in about the 95th percentile for size. I’ve also been struggling with feeling like a liar and a fraud. Do I need an asterisk by every interview I’ve done and every article I’ve written about my health journey?
Living with chronic illness (physical and/or mental) is hard. There's the actual physical toll it takes on your body and there's the associated emotional distress that comes with being in pain or feeling ill. This week, I experienced another dimension, which is the mental exhaustion that can accompany the logistics of managing a chronic illness.
Our humanity includes a broken body—and that brokenness is something the Lord himself chose to take on. If he did, why wouldn't we?
"Your grandfather always says, 'We eat to live; we don't live to eat.'" So my mother told me when I was 15 and became hypoglycemic. I don't think I really appreciated this wisdom, which came from my diabetic grandfather, until last year. I was diagnosed with PCOS and endometriosis after a decade of suppressing my … Continue reading Eating to Live, Not Living to Eat