As My Joints Turn: my autoimmune soap opera
Autoimmune Arthritis isn't the end of the world, it's just another way of living in the world.
My weight and I have been a complicated relationship my entire life. I was never the skinny girl. I was the girl with curves—or as my aunt liked to say, “a brick shithouse.” To this day, I’m still not entirely sure if that was a compliment or a construction assessment. I had curves. Big boobs, small waist,... Continue Reading →
Every morning I wake up and think, today is going to be the day I feel better.Today will be the day I can function like a normal human being.Today is the day I will feel great. Then I get out of bed and realize the pain, fatigue, and general malaise are still there. It’s hard not to feel... Continue Reading →