If you’re reading this, I imagine you know exactly what I mean when I talk about the "invisible" weight of chronic pain. You know the exhaustion that sleep doesn’t fix, the frustration of being told everything is "fine" when your body feels like it’s falling apart, and the isolating feeling of having to cancel plans for the tenth time this month.
I’ve been there. In fact, I’m still there, right alongside you.
My journey started with a long, uphill battle to get a fibromyalgia diagnosis. For years, I told doctor after doctor that I was unwell, that the pain was so severe I could barely eat, and that my body felt like it was constantly shutting down. I was tested for everything from cancer to ME, only to be met with blank stares or dismissive advice. I’ll never forget the doctor who told me that if he couldn't "cut it out" or "yoga it away," he simply didn't know what to do with me.
That wasn't just unhelpful; it was deeply lonely.
Over the years, my health journey didn't get simpler. I’ve since been diagnosed with coeliac disease, asthma, and rheumatoid arthritis—a collection of autoimmune challenges that have forced me to constantly adjust my life. I’ve sat in hospital waiting rooms, navigated the brutal side effects of medications like methotrexate, and wrestled with the grief of a body that feels like it has a mind of its own.
But along the way, I also found pockets of light. I learned the immense value of having the right support—the incredible rheumatology nurse who truly listens, and the occupational therapist who helps me navigate the reality of chronic fatigue.
I know that there is more information out there today than there used to be, but for those of us living it, "more information" often still isn't enough. It doesn't help with the anxiety of a flare-up, the depression that can creep in when you can't live the life you planned, or the frustration of not knowing if today is a "walk 500 miles" day or a "can't leave the house" day.
I don’t claim to have all the answers. I don’t believe in magic cures or false promises. What I do offer is solidarity.
I am at a point in my life where I have accepted that plans are never 100%—and I have learned how to hold space for the unpredictability of chronic illness. I want to be the support for you that I had to fight so hard to find for myself. Whether you need someone to navigate the emotional toll of a new diagnosis, someone to talk to when the world feels overwhelming, or just someone who truly gets it without you having to explain yourself, I am here.