It rarely goes as planned
Bad illness weeks create a kind of depression that is still hard to climb out of, even after 5 years of battling all of this. It’s been a balancing act this year- the sicker I get, the more I try to hold on to this life I have worked so hard to cultivate for myself. The fun and friendships, the nights of living in the moment, the laughter, the normalcy. Some days it works, others, the aftermath is just a reminder of what life really looks like for someone who is chronically ill. My business has grown, but at the cost of my health. For every client I say yes to each month, its one new symptom that shows up and sticks around for a few weeks- just long enough to rest up and do it all again the next month. Why? Because I can’t handle a normal job and because I must be able to support myself. I need to be able to do this for me. Each month, I fight with myself while I try to continue creating something that makes me happy while also not killin...