Stories of my life
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When the storm inside matches the storm outside
I’m sitting in the car on my own driveway, crying so hard my seatbelt is probably worried about me. I can’t move, can’t go inside, can’t face anyone. Right now, the car feels safer than the world beyond the door. Chronic illness is like this sometimes. One moment I’m “doing okay,” and the next moment, I’m…
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Spoke too soon
Well, guess what? The rollercoaster is back. OMG, this is getting ridiculous. After five months of antibiotics and three Lyme flares, I honestly thought I’d seen it all when I would experience the 4th flare. But apparently this disease has a talent for surprising me, and not in a cute surprise party with cake kind of way. Yesterday…