When I was diagnosed with chronic pain, fatigue, and Lyme, it was almost exactly a year ago. I just turned 30, was living in a cute, small mountain town in MA for two years, and was going back to school to become an Occupational Therapy Assistant. I taught yoga for years and was very physically active. I had an active social and dating life. I wanted to help people with their bodies and empower their lives.
I quickly went from the role of practitioner to patient. I stayed in school part time but was forced to withdraw from the program overall. Suddenly, I was not able to teach yoga, drive or even hike. My body really started to deteriorate, having severe reactions to any kind of antibiotic over and over again. My mom moved closer to be my caregiver . We didn't expect she'd still be here an entire year later, still dealing with my Lyme. I had no clue what it meant to truly give care until my mom stopped her life to save mine.Read More