What’s strange is, I don’t know when I started viewing my body as a battlefield, but I have. Maybe it was when I first got the diagnosis, first heard the words chronic illness.
One of the hardest parts of chronic illness isn’t even the symptoms themselves. It’s the collateral damage. The cancelled plans. The careers put on pause. The version of yourself you thought you’d become.
I don’t have a clean ending for this. I have years that were good, years that were bad, and more medications and coping mechanisms than I can count. Some days are manageable. Some aren’t.
But if you’re fighting your own invisible war too, I hope your casualties are low and your treaties hold.
I made a line of symptom trackers that I wish existed when I got sick. I made them simple enough to actually keep up with, but detailed enough to help even when the brain fog hits hard. I also made the covers cute, because I’m so tired of sterile medical aesthetic. If that sounds helpful to you, You can click on any of the covers below to see them on Amazon.
