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.”

Being chronically ill but wanting to make a difference: the balance.

Three years ago today, I spent my day in a traditional Lakota sweat lodge. Two days prior, I had walked away from my corporate job with zero fallback plan. Already in the midst of a major autoimmune crash, I was also doing work that was breaking my soul. I had been hired as the wellnessContinue reading “Being chronically ill but wanting to make a difference: the balance.”

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.”