Five years ago, my life drastically changed. Five years ago, I almost died. I didn't die. I lived, but I was transformed.
Who Am I?
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My scar has become a symbol of everything that's happened to me. I love it, because it's part of me and those surgeries saved my life. I hate it because it altered my body in ways that I'm struggling to love, and I don't recognize myself because of that. It's the representation of all the things I can't yet do or I've lost because of this illness.
Chronic illness changes you, and it's okay to mourn who you were or be angry about what you've lost. One of my biggest struggles is a two pronged one: knowing what I can handle in this new form, and reinforcing to others that I'm not capable of everything that I used to be able to do.
My gut trouble started in my early 20s. Actually, that's not accurate. Looking back with the information I have now, I realize that signs were there much earlier.
Knots within my gut, can’t get far enough I decided that I need a place where I can write about my illness without directly bugging the people I know and love. They hear enough out of me, you know? The illness in question is Crohn’s Disease, and besides giving you […]