Sometimes I can’t talk about how sick I get.

There are times when my illness takes control over every aspect of my life and I fall off the map. Multiple doctor appointments are had in the course of one month. Medication gets adjusted and readjusted in hopes to curb my symptoms. When I finally get stable, I go into recovery mode. I don’t come up for air anywhere from a couple of weeks to a couple of months. I don’t like how sick I get. I don’t like asking for help.

And yet, I get sick and I’m forced to ask for help. I’m lucky, I have help. Not all is lost when these types of episodes happen. I have safety nets that I use when I can’t even take care of myself. It’s all over now and I’m back to my usual self. I wish there was a way to stop this from happening but at least it only happens every couple of years and it’s not an ongoing occurrence. I’m feeling fine and that’s an awesome place to be.