Hello, my name is Jennifer. I have chronic Lyme, and life is pretty good.
Just those few words will hit many the wrong way. For the naysayers I am identifying with my disease, fishing for sympathy, whatever….
For those suffering much worse right now there might be bitterness, frustration, desperation and anger.
I’ve been there.
I think the reason I’m writing this at all right now (and as I’ve come more and more out of the dark over the years to become more of a median Lymie), I find I write less and less. So am I leaving a void? Is there something to say from the place in the middle? From time to time there is, and I try to make my infrequent blog posts deep and meaningful. But right now I’m thinking of this 🤢 disease itself, not so much the emotional and spiritual sides that I often focus on.
There seems to be such a myriad of levels to this Lyme thing; and symptoms and severity of those symptoms seems to be as numerous as registered dog breeds in the AKC. I don’t think I’m exaggerating.
So as I read so many well-written blogs, articles, essays and information from people on their Lyme journeys I sometimes see a gap from those middlin’/getting by, but not dying Lymies, like me. I don’t feel at this point I suffer enough to write regularly. I feel I don’t have a right to complain when I know compared to so many I really have nothing to complain about.
Why am I writing here? I don’t know. Maybe I’m just reaching out into the void to say hi to those who live every day with an I.I. (Invisible illness). To those who “look fine”, and maybe even act fine most of the time. But that live with:
An amount of daily pain
Never feel rested
Feel like life is a treadmill you can never get off
Know that Brain fog and inflammation are the new black
Not being able to eat that
Not having a full set of spoons
Being supplement/medication/protocol broke
A degree of loneliness
I hope if you are here you’ve been able to carve out a decent life for yourself. That you have healthy emotional acceptance of where you are, but that you also haven’t stopped fighting. I raise a glass of something alcohol, sugar, and yeast free to my fighters in green!
Hi. My name is Jennifer. I’m a functional Lymie. Life is good, and so is God.
I’m still fighting 💚