Posts tagged Healing
A Few Words, by Annie Perkins: A Poetical Synopsis Through Losing One's Self to Chronic Illness & Why It Took Letting Go Believe in the Possibility of Healing

A few words,

Self, learn, honesty, trust, fear release, and possible.

Those seem to sum it. This journey has taken time. It has taken strength. It has taken following my intuition when things seems too daunting, too foggy, too confusing.

It had me take many long walks through the dark. I knew no matter how hard some times were, anything was better than going backwards. So I pushed, some days when I shouldn’t have, for five years now. The old phrase “If I knew then what I know now” echos through my mind. My life is so different now. Not only am I seeing progress, I am also beginning to become one version of myself, not many. I am becoming the me that lay hidden in the background for so many years, that I thought I left her.

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What It Means To Be Human: Healing Systemic Lyme, Yeast, and Parasites By Way Of Compassion, Adventure, and Endless Amounts Of Vigor, Love and Determination

What does it mean to be human? I’ve been trying to wrap my head around this question for months. To me, to be human is being able to experience truly intense emotions – fear, joy, love, frustration, anger, sadness, pain, excitement, and hope. I don’t know, but I think that the most able humans are defined by how they choose to experience change.

Here’s a little snap shot of what my life was, what it is, and what it will become.

It has nearly been one year… 12 months, 365 days… since I’ve spent 4% of my life healing from one hell of a disease. It doesn’t seem like too long. Maybe it’s not in the scheme of things. But for me, it feels like a lifetime.

My Lyme story starts out very different from most peoples’. I can recall the exact day I found a tiny round nymph burrowed into the back of my neck. In fact, I have pictures. 

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You Can Lose All Hope, Be Very, Very Sick, and Still Get Better: A Message To You From Melina Coogan

As I stare at the blue skies out my office window, I can feel the steam from my brewing tea bringing warmth to my comfy space on the floor. Not only that, but the turning of gears and rumbling of change deep in my core. And though thrilling and exciting, it also has a way of grounding me. Of brining me back to what caused this feeling, and I believe that to be stories like this one.

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