A few weeks ago someone said to me, “You’re so plucky, I love it!” And I had to google what the word meant since I didn’t know 🙈
That being said… ☝🏼it’s one of my new favorite words and after learning the meaning, I took what she said as such a compliment. It’s a word I’m sure many people who deal with chronic/invisible illnesses would be proud to be described as.
Thursday’s Tips & Tricks 💠
Don’t let an opportunity scare you! If something excites or interests you, take a chance on it. Maybe you don’t have all the aspects figured out–but just say yes and everything else will fall into place after. Change can be scary but change can also be awesome.
All of my Friends enthusiasts will appreciate this week’s Tips and Tricks advice:
It’s hard not to feel uncomfortable, nervous and afraid when you decide to put your story and journey out in the public for people to see. I know I was hesitant for a while when choosing to share very personal blog posts about my health journey on things like Facebook, where everyone can see and read about what I’m going through. 👀
Here’s the truth, y’all: Some people will encourage you. Some will judge you silently. Some will praise you for being brave enough to share. Some will question you and everything you’re facing.
But no matter what ☝🏼️ just keep the mindset that those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind. 👌🏼 If you get questions or judgment from outsiders, just pull a Joey and don’t put any thought or care into what they’re saying 🙅🏼Because you’re awesome and brave, and sharing your story matters to so many! 💛💛 do you booboo 💁🏼
Even when you hit your lowest point, take some time to recharge and then get back to fighting. Putting in effort time and time again even at our weakest will pay off way more than if we just throw in the towel and call it quits. I’ve tried both, and I never saw myself grow or progress even the slightest when I chose to give up.
Keep fighting, you beautiful soldiers. 🌺💪🏼🌺
People with any physical, mental, or emotional struggle who put themselves out there and share their stories–they can be described as intrepid.
In any case, those of us who put ourselves and our stories out there are fearful of the future and fearful that we’ll never see progress, find answers, or be judged along the way. However, we are living boldly, bravely, and fearlessly.
Keep on, keepin on 👏🏼
If you believe, you can achieve ✨
me and my brother entertain ourselves way too easily 😂
But on a more serious note, give yourselves a daily reminder: no goal is too big, no dreams are too far out of reach. Be strong in your efforts and courageous to take on slightly intimidating goals. You’ll be surprised what you can accomplish.
Fear is inevitable (for most people. Superman, Morgan freeman, and Chuck Norris excluded, obvs). There’s nothing wrong with feeling fear. It doesn’t make you weak or inferior. It makes you human. Don’t let people tell you to not be afraid. Frankly, because no one else besides you knows what you’re up against.
However, don’t let that fear take over your life. Instead, let it fuel your fire and push you toward learning how to strike that fear from your life.
Don’t let fear hault your progress. Don’t let fear make you stop in your tracks, because what’s life if not a journey? Fear is just a small part of it.
A word I love. A word I repeat in my head day in and day out. A constant reminder that I am stronger than any difficulty I am facing.
Physical strength is great. Without physical strength I wouldn’t have been able to get up to bat every time I had a migraine during a really important game. I wouldn’t have been able to endure the multiple nurses and endless prodding by needles when my veins were being stubborn during blood drawings. It’s a strength I’ve learned how to control and can be seen by others around me.
Mental and emotional strength takes a much stronger person to master. How many plans do you have to cancel, trips you have to miss, crying breakdowns you have to endure, anxiety attacks you have to conquer, etc, does it take for one person to truly give into the mental and emotional pain of chronic illness and pain?
I wish I could count on my hands the number of times I’ve broken down in extreme frustration, anger, sadness, the like due to health issues that piled on top of me until I felt like I was suffocating. But I can’t, because I don’t have that many hands.
It was worse in the years prior. With age, and experience, comes maturity. Lately, I’ve displayed more emotional and mental strength than I thought was capable of. It helps to have an encouraging support system who constantly tells you how strong you are. But instead of feeling like you’re getting an ego boost, you feel proud.
Proud that you are still fighting. Proud that you aren’t letting the difficulties that pile up, win. Proud that you are mentally and emotionally strong enough to show the world that no matter what, you will continue to walk through your journey with your head held high.
Fortitude is a word I repeat in my head every single day. I’ll be damned if I let my adversities beat me down.
Yesterday was a test of my patience, perseverance, and temper. What started out as a classic “Monday Mishap” escalated into a “Monday Mayhem.”
I experienced those typical “ugh” moments that everyone faces pretty often-losing your wallet (temporarily, thankfully), dumb drivers on the road, timing mishaps and office troubles–but there was one segment of my day that just really set me over the edge.
While I’ve been making some progress with my headaches and narcolepsy situation, I’ve only seemed to take numerous steps backward in my journey with food allergies.
After ending up in the ER two weekends in a row, I’ve been eating really “safe” foods because it’s nerve-wracking to eat when you aren’t 100% sure what your food allergies are. So yeah, the anxiety is continually on the rise. So I did what any normal person would do (after a year…whoops.) I made a follow-up appointment with an allergist–optimistic that the doctor would be able to ease some of my anxiety, answer some of my questions, and bring even a tiny bit of peace to my mind. Yet, I got just the opposite.
I’ve seen my fair share of doctors and I’ve seen a few who I didn’t exactly see eye to eye with regarding treatment plans. However, I’ve never seen a doctor who made me feel so belittled, frustrated and generally pissed off before. He looked at me like I had ten heads when I asked him questions and told him things other doctors have told me. For reference, I’m very new to the food allergy world. It’s not like I’ve had a peanut allergy my entire life and know how to manage it–no I recently developed a seafood allergy–which he thinks is not even possible (what?) He spewed his BS at me, shook his head like I had told him I got my information from “The Onion” rather than from accredited doctors, and sent me on my way to get a blood test for only crab and salmon (to my knowledge, there is other seafood out there, but what do I know right?) Times like these I wish I had been ballsy enough to tell him his word meant nothing to me and walked out, but I politely left the office and went to go get stuck by another needle. (although the guy who took my blood was awesome, so super grateful for that. I’ve never had such a painless experience getting blood drawn. props to him.)
I understand that there are times when people have bad experiences with doctor visits. However, for spoonies such as myself who see doctors more often than they see most of their friends, it’s extremely frustrating. It wasn’t so much that I was sad, I was just genuinely pissed off at this guy. It was a waste of my time–and spoonies also know how valuable time spent in a doctors office is when we’re trying to find answers.
I sat in my car afterward cursing the doctor wishing I had told himself to stick his handshake where the sun don’t shine, until my dad kind of set my mind right. He made me realize that there’s really nothing to cry about. I’m allowed to be pissed off, but I have to be able roll with the punches. I have to be able to take the annoyances and learn from them. I have to try to find even the tiniest positive thing from the experience and move on to what’s next.
We’ll all have days that make us want to break things and scream to the skies yelling “Why me? What did I do in a past life to deserve this shit?” But at the end of the day, we can’t change what just happened. We have no control over what and how much gets thrown in our path. We do, however, have control over how we handle those days. We can throw in the towel and walk away cursing under our breaths. We can rage until someone fixes their wrongdoings brought upon us. Or, we can take a deep breath, calm ourselves down, figure out the next step and move forward. We can gather our patience, grab a hold our temper, and persevere on.
It’s not the destruction that’s tearing you down that will define who you are or where you go in this life. It’s how well you step over the rubble and walk through the fire.
I feel like people really underestimate the effect of giving into vulnerability. Without it, you would never get over that hump of feeling scared, which then would prohibit you from being able to know what courage feels like.
People who open up about their health, financial, emotional, or any personal issues are giving into the inevitable (in most cases) feeling of being vulnerable about it. It’s scary to share your story with everyone, especially when you know a lot of people just won’t care to listen. The key is to forget about those people and focus on the people who will really benefit from you sharing your story with them.
I gave into my vulnerability by starting this blog, my health Instagram account, and sharing both with friends, family, and strangers. However, I’m so glad I did. I have been given a window into other people’s lives, a lot of whom are dealing with so much more than I, and who are still a beam of light in a world so often draped in darkness.
I’ve been inspired by their courage to continue to fight, myself. When you give into your vulnerability, you will see you are capable of so much you never even imagined.
Just today, I had a follower on Instagram tell me that she loves how positive I am and that it helps her continue to fight past her chronic pain. Such a little comment means so much. It shows me that because I let myself be vulnerable, I’ve been able to help others, which only pushes me to be more courageous.