My view from under these covers.

My view from under these covers.

  Today, I woke up at 4 a.m. with a fever, that Heat Miser yet Snow Miser feeling of crawling out of your own skin where you trip over everything in the dark just to make it to the bottle of Motrin. I knew right away what was happening: this is my autoimmune body saying, Please, I am [...]

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The voices I hear in your head.

Fortunately for me, it's really trendy right now to admit that you're a mess. All you have to do is look around this blog or Google my name and you'll see that I'm a mess. For instance, this blog can't decide whether to tell you I'm sick, I'm an addict's daughter, or that I've lost [...]

Here’s why my sickness means I need help getting a new smile.

When I was 16, doctors told me I was sick. Honestly, I felt relieved to receive a diagnosis. After years of poking and prodding, doctors diagnosed me with an autoimmune disorder called Sjögren's. It took years to figure out because it's most common for women in their 60s. Today, I am 26 years old. And today - [...]

The Story of a Pretty Girl.

The Story of a Pretty Girl.

Dear Grief, I didn’t expect to meet you in the dentist’s chair. “Oh, you’re such a pretty girl,” the fifth, maybe sixth, dentist said. “But those teeth…” Smiles poke my attention now, hitting a nerve with every passing 80-year-old woman with pearly whites. Are they real? Dentures? Crowns? Did it hurt? You wait for me, every day, [...]