02/03/2026
January, featuring getting back on my feet. I’m still having more bad days than good ones, but thanks to the magic of pharmaceuticals the good days have more good in them, and the bad times don’t last as long.
But there’s painting, and silly cats, and a potato dog, and sometimes feeling good enough to play in the backyard.
I’m grateful for every day I get to move, and every time I feel good enough to do something I love. I don’t take that for granted.
The hardest part of chronic illness is feeling like you’re just stuck in a body that feels terrible all the time, while you desperately want things to be different. And it sucks. And the thing I keep coming back to is the thought of, what can I do anyway? What am I capable of right now? What can I do amidst the s**t?
Lately, that hasn’t looked like a lot of forward progress. I’ve been making changes at work, figuring out my schedule and how much energy I realistically have. I’ve been figuring out the combination of medications I need to feel human again. So, while I haven’t gotten more awesome at anything, I’ve been putting down a lot of pieces that should let me move forward eventually. So that’s really good.
I hope you’re having a good day. 💖✨