"Your attitude, not your aptitude, will determine your altitude."

Most of my posts entail the monstrous effects this disease entails and manifests.  I can never emphasize enough with words how immensely consuming it is to be on a physical, emotional and mental roller coaster ride every day of your life. Although my days are an intricate collaboration of many intertwining webs, there is something very magical and empowering that tends to arise from horrific and unfortunate situations.  Like an icy glass of frozen lemonade on a hot summer's day, I feel like giving you a refreshing perspective.

Something That I Really KNEED

What if a crucial part of your anatomical composition didn’t function properly?  What if this malfunction of a very important body part affected all that you did, every single day? How would you feel if the intense life saving surgery you underwent and the many months of recovery that followed, wasn’t enough to give you the life you had before?  The life you have been dreaming of returning to every night as you fight a constant battle of emotional turmoil.

Mirror Mirror On The Wall

Have you ever looked in the mirror with awe because the reflection staring back at you was a person you didn’t even recognize? You quickly glance away and then look again hoping that your eyes are just playing a cruel trick on you.  Yet when you do take a second look, the hair stands up on the back of your neck because you are undeniably unrecognizable.  A foreign entity has transformed you from the inside out into the alien that is now gleaming back.

HOPE

Anyone inflicted with a disease often questions their purpose in life. You begin to wonder if your existence on this earth was created solely to suffer. All of your ambitions and dreams turned into a never ending wrestling match against the fierce competitor of a chronic illness. An illness that started off as an annoying interference and manifested into a ginormous bully. A bully that slowly sneaked up behind you and knocked you straight on your ass, before you even had a chance to comprehend what was occurring.

Too Close for Comfort

This post is extremely personal and difficult for me to articulate. In terms of rawness, my other posts have been skimming the surface. This is as raw as a fresh wound that has been deeply cut by a sharp scalpel. This is as personal as going to the bathroom in front of a large audience. If that doesn't seem too daunting, imagine your most intimate moments, the things you do when you know that no one else is watching being broad casted live for everyone to see. That is how personal this post is about to get.

One Step At A Time

 

I have encountered many tribulations since being diagnosed with Crohn's Disease almost eight years ago. When being told I had this disease at the tender age of 18, I was clueless and ignorant to how this drastic change was going to impact my life. Like most people at that age, I didn't take it seriously and never even thought about educating myself on the matter. A lot has changed since that fateful day, and I have learned that the only control anyone inflicted with this terrible disease can have is knowledge. Research and knowledge are the sharpest weapons we can use to protect ourselves from Irritable Bowel Disease. Even though this disease wreaks havoc on our bodies, we must utilize our brains as the most powerful tool.

Di-ver-gent:

Often in our daily lives we spot a person that stands out from the rest. They are different, and we notice right away. They suffer from some kind of ailment or handicap that does not resemble the norm. We stare, sometimes too harshly and for too long. Not because we are trying to, but because our brains are wired to instantaneously detect something that diverges from the ordinary. No one really gives much thought to what they are doing even if deep inside we know we should just look away. No one really takes the time to put themselves in that other person's shoes...until that person becomes you.