The thing I was most embarrassed to write about

Technically, I suppose it’s bad form to brag about how much traffic you’ve been getting on your blog. However, I feel like it’s a little different when a positive message comes with the bragging, so I wanted to share some of my updates with you all. I’ve come so far from where I was whenContinue reading “The thing I was most embarrassed to write about”

Things I’m grateful for: people who are brave enough to tell the stories I’m not

I’ve just discovered Rachael Steil’s sharing of her story as an elite college runner with an eating disorder. And I’ve really been blown away, both by her bravery in telling her story, as well as her clear and honest explanations of what she and other people with ED’s go through. I still haven’t shared tooContinue reading “Things I’m grateful for: people who are brave enough to tell the stories I’m not”

The doctor who *almost* helped me (How I developed central sensitization, Part 6)

Okay, so here’s the story of the time I thought I’d found the right person to help me, which of course, made it all the more disappointing when it didn’t turn out to be the case. In telling my story, I’m choosing to gloss over every little ache and pain I had; every time IContinue reading “The doctor who *almost* helped me (How I developed central sensitization, Part 6)”

Healing our bodies, and the things that ripple across generations

A little over a year ago, I started a second blog to focus on what I’d come to think of as this weird hip problem I’d had for years that no one seemed to understand (sacroiliac joint dysfunction). Among friends, I usually tried not to talk about it too much, because I didn’t think anyoneContinue reading “Healing our bodies, and the things that ripple across generations”

How I developed central sensitization, Part 4

I began to wonder if something about the compartment syndrome and the leg surgery could have changed something in my chemical makeup, weakening my body and depleting its healing response. After all, pain was supposed to be my body’s way of telling me that I was injured.  Something was broken; something was wrong. Time andContinue reading “How I developed central sensitization, Part 4”