That tricky little bastard, serotonin.

One of the most important tools in the understanding-my-brain arsenal is pure science. It makes it all more manageable for me if I know why something is happening on a basic bodily function level. In a previous post, I talked about having a chronic mental illness called dysthymia – it’s a chronic form of depression thatContinue reading “That tricky little bastard, serotonin.”

What it’s like to watch people die from your disease.

My immune system attacked my body when I was 10, resulting in a loss of ability to make a crucial hormone called insulin, which turns the food you eat into fuel for your body. Without insulin, the sugar from your food compounds in your blood stream, quickly poisoning you from within. Before 1921, this eventContinue reading “What it’s like to watch people die from your disease.”

Being chronically ill in the age of resistance.

I’m worn out. Mentally. Physically. Drained. Not more than anyone else. I get the times we’re living through right now. None of this is normal. We’re all feeling depleted. It’s in a different way. Beyond the emotional and mental burden of everything happening in the United States right now, my immune system has been firing at insaneContinue reading “Being chronically ill in the age of resistance.”

Does my disease make me a burden?

I’m in Barbados with my best friend, riding shotgun in her mom’s Jeep, guiding my hand and arm to ride a wave of air out the window as we jet down the highway from the west coast back to her family’s house in the south. It’s the last day of my holiday stay and we’ve beenContinue reading “Does my disease make me a burden?”