Posts tagged more than lyme
My Lyme Soliloquy, by Arielle Coree

I am not sure what my true intention for writing this is to be honest... 

I guess it’s just an attempt to get some of how I am feeling out on paper, to “write hard and clear about what hurts” in hopes of finding a sense of healing and relief. I know the true healing I am craving may not come for quite some time so, perhaps my real end goal here is just relief. Or maybe that is just my mind trying to stay within the realm of reasonable expectations. Perhaps it is time I take my own advice and detach from expectations.

In honor of that, I declare that the intention behind writing this is for my physical and emotional healing, emotional and energy release, and freely sharing my frustrations about life.

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We Are More Than Our Stories: Tick Medicine, Thanking Your Suffering + Lyme Disease as the Greatest Teacher 

This my friends is Andy Vantrease 

"Lyme Disease taught me to relinquish control, to lean in and accept the unknown, something that proved incredibly challenging for me as I watched my life slip between my fingers. Looking back, I desperately needed this. It forced me to pay attention to what I put in my body, my thought patterns, my feelings and emotions, which I had numbed for years through substance abuse and just plain neglect. It forced me to listen to what I needed on a minute-to-minute basis.

Above all of that, though, I realized that I am not my story. I am not my pain. I am not this disease. I am not even my body. I am so much more."

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Love + Our Innate Ability To Heal: How Gabbie Li Uses Nature To Move Through Hours, Days, and Months Of Fighting Lyme Disease

I find myself in the isothermal region of North Carolina in a collapsed squat on a mossy rock, sure not to touch the trees, plants, and brush that I rarely find the courage to return to. The chickweed, poison ivy, and mountain flora around me lay heavy from the moisture that continues to blanket the region from the early morning passing of the clouds. I can barely hear myself talking to the plants, chanting a line from a book that had struck me as exactly this place. It’s a place where I feel like I haven’t quite died, yet it is quiet, primal, and dense with moisture and mystery. Frozen in my squat, legs increasingly numb, I talk to and draw the plants because if I don’t, I’m positive I’ll crumble and be lost forever. I came to these mountains to get out of my own head of soul crushing thoughts and it turns out that can sometimes be impossible when it comes to the stronghold that inflammation can have over my brain. I only arrived to this mossy rock by means of a complete breakdown in the middle of no where, screaming for help that took me out of a cabin and led me down a steep path off the side of a switchback road. 

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Adapting Too + Creating Magic Outside The Boundaries Of Change: A Story Written By, Genevieve Goetz

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.

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