When I was a little girl, I was afraid of everything, most notably thunderstorms. Every time storms would roll in, I would get a very familiar stomach ache that would turn me into a shaking mess. I would obsessively watch the sky, studying the formations of the clouds, watching out for lightning, counting the seconds… Continue reading How my anxieties age

Hey. How are you? Like, really. How are you? I don’t really know how I am. I was furloughed at work at the end of March—they’re hoping to bring us back in June—so I have… so much time on my hands. I wrote a post for Dysautonomia International about ways to stay engaged while quarantined,… Continue reading Adjusting to life under Coronavirus

Today is the last day of the decade. Can you even handle it? This has been the most monumental decade for me. Some of it was wonderful. Some of it was horrifying. Here is the recap of the biggest events, from start to finish, in more detail than you ever wanted, because I care, and… Continue reading Decade in review

I try to live my life without regrets, but I can’t help but look back wistfully on the moments where doctors missed my many signs of POTS. My diagnosis process worked out in a really beautiful way—I made incredible, lifelong friendships I would not have otherwise had I not been diagnosed when I was 20—but… Continue reading The clues my doctors missed

Hey, you. I know, it’s here again. Your least favorite time of year. GRADUATION SEASON. You always think it’s going to be different… like, time heals all wounds, and it’ll get easier, right? You had a plan. Well the plan failed. And many days, you tell yourself that you failed. But that part’s not true.… Continue reading An open letter to myself at graduation season