Those long, cold days of winter are usually what really get me. When you’ve got the blues, sometimes it just feels like you’re sinking. You long for a sunny beach and a healthy dose of vitamin D to pull you out.
I want you to walk with me. Not on some proverbial emotional path, but literally walk with me.
About a year ago, I got really interested in fitness. Since I battle the beast that is Crohn’s disease, sometimes exercise isn’t a choice. Some days I just simply–well–can’t. But I’ve been using every available ounce of energy to workout at least three times a week to the best of my physical ability. I’m trying to use exercise and food choices as medicine in hopes of fighting back against my health issues.
It’s today. May 19th. World IBD Day, a day we (as a world) try to bring even more awareness to IBD: what it is, what it’s like to live with it, and how you can help.
I have Crohn’s disease and I’ve battled this beast since I was 18 years old. I started getting sick my freshman year in college and it took off like wildfire, affecting my thin, teenage, stressed-out body. In those 27 years since, it’s been better and it’s been much, much worse. I’ve crawled my way back from near-death a few times. I refuse to let it get me.
Last week was important for me and my family. It marked five years since something quite tragic happened to us. I shared about it here in three parts: it took that many to get the story of That Day and our lives since it, out.
How encouraging and healing that experience has been and the support was overwhelming.
I shared because when we raise our voices, others will feel empowered to raise theirs…to share their stories, to encourage others, to leave their harmful situation.
Sharing helps lessen the stigma about domestic abuse. It’s important to know that verbal, emotional, and mental abuse are every bit as much abuse and, as damaging as, physical abuse. It’s just that the scars are often invisible.