It’s a new year already. 2017. Wow. How does that even happen? The whole year flew by.
Almost two years ago this March I was diagnosed with IC.
One year ago this past December I met my boyfriend, Aaron. And on January 14th will be our one year anniversary, which is crazy because it definitely feels like 6 years.
I am almost 31 years old; on January 18th. This is not where I expected to be at this point in my life. I’m not exactly sure where I expected to be. But I promise you it did not involve me starting a blog chronicling my journey with chronic illness. But here I am. I have given up so much in the last few months to be right here in this exact moment. These chronic illnesses have kicked me until I was down and then pounced on me some more. I’d just like to take a moment and image what that would look like. I’m picturing a little brain (representing migraines) and a little bladder just jumping up and down on top of me.
Anyways…back to the point, I never thought this would be me. Being forced to give up the goal and passion of mine that I have been working towards for years because of my health. It is heart-wrenching. Whenever I think about it I can’t help but cry. I will get into this more later…it’s still a very raw topic for me.
The only positive is that I am still in graduate school for Social Work and I have decided I want to add public health as a specialty so that I can work with and advocate for people who have chronic illnesses.