Even before I found that I had Chronic Neurological Lyme Disease and Co-Infections, I always felt alone. I knew something was medically wrong with me, but no doctor could figure it out.
Going through high school feeling like something was “extra” wrong with me was just like a brick being dropped on my already pounding head.When I was told that what was wrong with me was depression and anxiety, I just wanted to tell people so they would understand. However, because of the social stigma related to depression, I knew I should keep it to myself if I didn’t want to further stand out in high school. I knew other people were suffering in silence, but I didn’t want to be the odd one out.
So when I finally got diagnosed with Chronic Lyme and started to learn about the disease, I wanted to take this negative opportunity and turn it into something positive. I knew that I could positively impact other lives if I could share my story.
This is why I am no longer afraid to talk about the “hard stuff” that has plagued my life. Want to know how Lyme as affected my relationship with my boyfriend? Sure, I will tell you about that. Want to know how I showered and had to ask people to help me dress when I had a PICC line? No problem. Want to know how having a disease that is not recognized by the CDC has affected my bank account and lifetime earning potential? Fine.
Ask me anything about living the spoonie life and I will tell you my raw, honest, and earnest truth.
So go ahead, ask me anything at firstname.lastname@example.org.
I look forward to telling you about the time that I had the cute hockey player in my finance class look at me like I was a walking disease…