05/06/2026
Day 5 – The topic for today is 'What Helps Me Most.' For Sage, art and writing are an outlet.
"As a kid, I knew I was different. Mysterious bruises, chronic pains in my joints that were brushed off as growing pains, along with that tightness in my chest and the dislocating joints. In the rural Alaskan villages, it was almost impossible to get proper medical care and attention. Even more so as a twospirited Native woman.
Two years after my family and I moved to central Alaska, I was finally able to see a doctor who specialized in chronic pain and illnesses. I was diagnosed with hypermobile Ehlers-Danlos syndrome (hEDS), postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome (POTS), and mast cell activation syndrome (MCAS) all in one month.
After a decade of wondering what was wrong with me, at 17, I finally got answers. It was a tough thing to adjust to, but I finally knew what was wrong with me! It was the most exciting and sad day of my whole life at that point. Over the past years after my diagnosis, I’ve had to re-learn how to live. Researching my illnesses and searching for answers that my primary care providers never had.
Learning to accept this part of my life has been the hardest. I started with answers for my body’s aches and pains, but no answers on how to make it stop. Forced to push through the pain until it was completely unmanageable.
I turn 20 in September now, and I still fear what the future brings me. “Will it get worse? Will my body give up on me?” I asked myself. I heard my whole life from older people that I won’t know what real pain is until I’m their age. I wondered how bad the pain would be when I’m old. I’m terrified of scaring away partners with how much help I need with my chronic illness, along with my autism.
I need more care, more rest, and I need support way more than the average person. I don’t want that burden pushed onto the person I love. This was a common fear with my last partner. They were absolutely unsupportive towards my disabilities, always pushing more from me than I just could not do at that time.
Now I’m in my first year of college, and I have found a girlfriend who is supportive and understanding. We both suffer from POTS, so there is a higher understanding of each other, and I am so grateful for finding her in my life.
I’ve used my art and writing as an escape my whole life, but now it’s an outlet for my pain. I know there are days when I can’t get out of bed, even ones when I can’t move, but I will never let it stop me from creating. Art is a form of resistance, and it always has been. I resist the idea that I am useless, that I don’t do anything for society, or that my life has no real purpose on this earth. My art is my purpose.
My art describes who I am better than any poem or research paper ever could. I may eventually lose my mobility more than I have now, but I will never allow myself to lose my creativity.
The people who see me as me and not just my disabilities, people who want to stay and want to see me flourish. I love my friends and family who stayed and pushed me to succeed, without pushing my physical limits." - Sage
https://www.ehlers-danlos.com/story/sage/