If It Ain’t Broke… j/k, It’s Broke

 I’ve said it before but I can’t say I’m surprised that surgery only fixed some of the problem… and some of the problems left are just as bad.

The foot issue hasn’t been resolved but without signs of advancing deterioration, surgical options are too soon to consider. He gave me a cortisone injection in the joint which only sort of helped. The toe still pops like it’s dislocating and it’s not a fun feeling. But I can walk okay though long walks aren’t in the cards; even short walks can trigger sharp but fast fading pains. So that issue is a work in progress. Sigh.

The latest issue is… what is looking very strongly like another hormone imbalance, this time from the thyroid. I started losing energy and sleep over the past few months and at first, just chalked it up to perimenopause. However, I have this feeling where the thyroid is located of something being stuck or just constant weak pressure, like turtleneck or choker pressing against it. It doesn’t hurt and it’s not sore, but it can affect my breathing and swallowing (just making it slightly more difficult) which in turn, can keep me awake. I’ve tried correcting my posture and lying flat, etc. but it seems like tea, deep breathing and drinking fluids seem to distract me enough until it fades enough to sleep. Mind you, none of those things actually help the problem go away, but they distract from the feeling until it eases up.

And the symptoms creeping up more and more like joint and muscle pain, lethargy, acne spots becoming scaly, puffiness in my face and hands and feet, every time I follow the symptoms, they have hypothyroidism in common. I’m not 100% of course because it takes a blood test and examination to confirm that but the signs are just pointing to it. And maybe I’m even hopeful that’s ‘all it is’ so a pill can treat it. I’m so tired of the possibility of more surgeries. I’m not getting stronger or healthier and the risks just pile up.

So I tried omeprazole at my doctor’s suggestion but it didn’t make a difference; called her back so she could order an endoscopy like discussed. I don’t know if that will find anything different so I’m not going to be overly confident about my self-diagnosis. I never suspected the ovarian fibroma. But I have learned that every issue can be connected which did lead me to thyroid issues being the possibility.

And it would figure. I’ve wanted so badly to get fit again so of course not being able to lose weight would be yet another hormone issue affecting it. The foot issue has had me discouraged but that’s exactly what I’m afraid of now. I’m afraid it will be like the ovarian fibroma and finding the cause will drag out while I’m helpless and have no quality of life, ever at the mercy of people who blame some flaw in my choices as the reason why I’m sick. I just want to be well enough to have a life again. I haven’t been able to work, I’m too weak to craft even, and I use what energy I can just making sure I’m not living in filth. Housework is ridiculously exhausting where it used to be fulfilling. 

So yeah. I want a simple fixable answer. I’m scared and vulnerable and trying to pretend I’m not. I don’t desire to nor have the energy to field concerns and even a casual ‘how are you?’ feels like a weight that ‘fine’ is too heavy a lie to drool out generically, to appease whatever awkwardness someone feels in the silence.

Until I get the answer, I live with the anxiety again. They’re the abusive partner I thought I was strong enough to leave. So my confidence and self-worth just dwindles by the moment, aching for clarity to build solutions on.

I miss the beach. I want to clear my mind in only the way the feel of my feet slipping into cool soft sand can do. But right now I battle the edges of depression, my mind telling me I’ll never get to do that again. This isn’t me, damn it. Why am I lost in this person I’m not? I remember who I was with longing and that’s how I definitely know something is wrong well before a doctor can confirm it. I just hope they’ll listen. It gets so hard to fight to be heard over and over. At a time when you’re most vulnerable and less yourself, trying to plead a case for being worthy of healing is just not a strength you have easy access to. You have to dig with energy you don’t have enough of. You have to hope they’ll meet you halfway and help you pull through.

I so didn’t want to be here again. It’s just so… heavy.

Back Stories for Hypothetical People

 You may or may not know that I love watching stand-up comedy, and if you also know I joke about everything, you likely already guessed it. A few months back though, I ran into one of those clip assortment videos with a comedian (Josh Sneed) who caught my attention when taking a moment to be critical of fast food and dieting to mention the hypocrisy of doing so while using his stomach as an armrest. Although that was an LOL moment, it’s the part where he mentioned people-watching and inventing conversations he thinks they have that was the hook for this post because it’s similar to what I also do; when someone opens the door for what a hypothetical laughingstock might also do, I often go into deep dives with often hilarious (or disturbing) results.

On the one hand, it’s often loaded with pop culture fumbles but sometimes I can go into the twisted psychology with all the flourish of Freud and leaves people wondering if I’m talking about a real person. 

Given, I usually save the twisted for my personal amusement and practice. I’ve mentioned before and won’t go into it too deeply here, but I do have experience with the mentally unsound and my own struggles to identify them to avoid them. Psychopathy, schizophrenia, bipolar Type I, and often undiagnosed and unmedicated, people I had to navigate as a child. But dark as the truth may be, there are typically neurological or mental illness bases behind the quirky, annoying and/or disturbing that comedians are often attuned to, toeing the line between the hilarious and creepy, feeling out when it kills the laughter and makes the skin crawl. And then turning that ew back into laughter.

Comedians often point out that they are drawn to comedy because of that survival adaptation. Learning how to make a bully laugh to avoid an ass kicking. Learning how to read them and pull out their insecurities to give them a taste of their own medicine. Or even using the medicinal powers of laughter to self-medicate, though drugs and other vices end up creeping in desperately to fill the lack of a diagnosis or even escape from the heavy side effects of meds that never seem to work.

And maybe ‘clean’ comedians are successful too but they’re an exception. Really, our interests and careers always end up being a symptom of our flaws and strengths. And many times, if their comedy doesn’t directly expose what you probably already expected, something about the way they present themselves is already giving clues.

I know observers make people uncomfortable. Because it’s true that we’re absolutely analyzing you a little more closely than you like. But remember, we aren’t mind readers and we’re probably not actually probing around and finding the things you’re most afraid people will find. It’s not THAT disturbing. But sometimes we glean clues to create a person jokingly but oddly specific enough you’d think we have to know this exact person.

I’ve heard the same thing about the crochet patterns I create, the characters I draw, the projects I dive into. I won’t lie and say they’re all wholly original and really, everything is inspired by something when you’re rummaging around in your brain. But most of the time it’s just Frankensteining thoughts together. Much like middle school boys at lunch saying ‘what if Batman fought Mike Tyson?’. Some of the pairings would provoke thought on strengths and weaknesses and some would just be instantly comical. And we all land on that same vibe through knowledge we probably already have but never drew the connections to.

On one of my groups that makes fun of things, someone posted a picture of a chair someone proudly nailed to a wall as a towel rack. I commented ‘this person is definitely trying to figure out how to get their Keurig to float in a swimming pool.’ I can’t exactly say I know someone who would do this or that it was wholly original. I live in the Midwest and it’s often a running joke seeing people combine flotation devices and things like charcoal grills or coolers to combine river rafting and picnicking. It just occurred to me that the modern farmhouse version of it would be a coffee maker in a swimming pool. In the same way, you also picture her name is probably Amber or Kayleigh because it’s really likely you know or have seen a girl with that name who reminds social media every day that she can’t function without coffee.

As an observer, it’s just common and fun practice for me to keep these connections going like an amusing extension of word association. People often find comfort in aligning themselves to basic bitch or alpha male tropes but you also see it super commonly in people who are SO into astrology to the point you suspect they modeled their whole life around resembling that ‘fierce Virgo’ they are. As much as stereotypes are vilified, it’s true nonetheless that some people, consciously or not, often TRY to resemble them and it doesn’t go unnoticed. 

Some see it as a judgy or potentially a practice in removing people’s individuality. But that’s also a hilarious sign of the times. Every damn thing is a conspiracy, we’re all part of some problem (or dare I say, THE problem, which remains unidentified), and even creativity itself is oppressive, toxic and problematic. Words that are overused, improperly used even, and cringe-inducing. Comedy itself is under fire with sudden weird expectations of needing to be role models, needing to constantly remind people that’s not the point of comedy. And look at how lazily people assume you’re liberal or conservative or Republican or Democrat or progressive or bigoted, truly negating individualism based on their blind spot for the labels they give. 

I’m not assigning people lives and personalities and if it resembles the truth, that just makes it that much funnier. I don’t assume my biases so strongly that I don’t let people tell me or show me who they are. In fact, it’s because I make subtle connections, I’m always open to the exceptions that create depth. And I get a little carried away in the depth even.

Believe it or not, inventing people that sound like they could exist absolutely involves compassion, empathy, consideration and a dash of madness. I don’t do it to close my mind but to open it. Try it sometime. It’s addictive. You can’t be afraid to be inappropriate these days anyways. Have an opinion and it can be twisted. Some people walk through life putting one white jellybean in between their ass cheeks in the morning and blame the world when it’s brown at night. And don’t lie, you can picture what this person looks like.

Madness to Mastery

 I’ve been attempting to knock out the accumulation of projects I hoarded over the years (between the stress of the pandemic and the sudden worsening of my health, if you’re not up to speed; don’t worry, I don’t expect anyone to be). Some part of me created this desperate idea that I couldn’t possibly be done with life if I accumulated a ridiculous amount of things to fill it with. Online shopping was about the only thing I had the energy for.

And on the other side of getting that surgery that gave me a new lease on life, I’ve had a few bumps. Still having issues with the foot after getting a cortisone shot in the joint instead of the nerve (while it does help, I’m still experiencing the odd aching stiffness and occasional sudden stabbing sensation in that joint). And I have this odd sensation of something swollen in my throat but it doesn’t cause pain; doctor put me back on omeprazole but there’s an endoscopy in the future if it persists. So I’m still maneuvering through that with the hope that health can someday be a thing to be maintained rather than always fought for.

Updates aside, the topic is Madness to Mastery because of this. Dealing with the frustrations of things never going as planned, some of my hobbies have leaked into that area. I said before that I’m done with the micro minis. That beautiful Chinese house diorama isn’t something I regret doing but I said never again. It was a nightmare between the glue and the sheer stubbornness of such tiny fiddly pieces. I probably never said ‘fuck’ as many times in my life as I did when making it. 

But then I bought an even tinier purple house. And my sister further encouraged it with the little Malibu Barbie house to customize as well. I also have a 3D printer and a 3D pen she got me that I have yet to set up because, erm, I need another craft desk to get that setup. It actually won’t take up any extra room; the storage will actually allow me to condense and organize a lot of my craft stuff better. I can move the smaller one over to under my AC and some of the random small tables can get distributed to other rooms in this house they’d actually look better in.

Annnnd I’m straying from the point, but it’s redundant to say so since that’s true to my character. Going back to the micro minis, I started doing the purple house one and remembered that feeling of frustration. Trying to do it on my bed was a terrible decision as well. It was not more comfortable having to get up to find things that went flying out of my fingers and under my leg.

Still, I made some changes based on the frustrations of last time. Super glue is out now. Not only is it messy but it can absolutely destroy pieces this tiny if you make any mistake at all. I now use just clear craft glue which is applied with Tombow clear glue, which has a broad pad on one side and a fine pointed end on the other. Application is key to getting this right. If I need even tinier precision, toothpicks and even the super sharp end of tweezers can be the best. I don’t have a magnetic jig, which I should invest in if I do more kits this way, but I’ve learned to apply generous dots to prop up pieces and I can often just use different thicknesses of cardboard to keep the fragile bonds together until they fully cure. It can be aggravating if they fall before bonding enough or bumped just the slightest bit but that’s actually a great trade off. Super glue even might bond quickly but it’s similarly unstable until fully cured so I’d much prefer having to correct craft glue than super glue mistakes.

Rubberized tweezers and reverse tweezers (squeezing them opened them so they clamp by default) are other additions that make all the difference. So while there are still some specific frustrations having to do with giant hands working with ridiculously tiny parts, the idea that I would have to be insane to try it again isn’t actually that crazy. 

It actually brings me back to learning vector drawing in Illustrator. I hated it with a passion. Thought it was so stupid. But there finally came a point where I got it and quite violently became obsessed with using it. Anything that was frustrating to do cleanly freehand, I could draw up with connecting points and bend and maneuver lines to get exactly what I have in mind, not just erasing and redoing a whole line to get it right over and over.

Sometimes necessity makes you plug away at some terrible task you wish you could just pay someone to do and not look back. Sometimes you just really want to stop hating it because knowing how to do it yourself opens a world of possibilities. And in this case, being able to make miniatures myself is just way too tempting to give up on. Even if I opt to 3D print pieces later, I will still often be sanding and perfecting those, maybe painting or adding itty bitty cushions to itty bitty couches. And it’s, rightfully so, super expensive to commission micro minis anyway because even far more practiced pros will need to spend gobs of time and frustration. And quite frankly, you can’t expect them to get shipped undamaged. While you can make them shelf stable easily enough, the bumps and tumbles of shipping, even carefully packed in air to avoid it as much as possible, might not be enough to insure they reach you intact. 

So, aside from cost and risk, learning from these very frustrating mistakes is the fine line between madness and mastery. And as amazing as I am at a few things, I can make mistakes in those areas too. Someone being the best at what they do doesn’t make it impervious to the limitations available. I’ve run into plenty of visual problems in design that research and consorting with experts doesn’t solve. As much as I love editing and writing, at times there just isn’t a word or phrasing to convey exactly what I or a writer I edit for is after. And you have to use those million dollar words sparingly because if your work is making scholars stop every sentence to check the meaning or usage, the writing just isn’t that effective. Intellect isn’t worth much if not combined with the wisdom of applying it with intent.

Of course, some things we just can’t be amazing at. But if we enjoy it, some things are workable. Many times, enjoying it for yourself is where it should stay. The skill is just not there to be selling or marketing it. It seems ideal to feed buying supplies for a hobby by selling the results but you may need to be flexible with that idea. You may want multiple hobbies and select the ones you excel at to provide for the others. Not every foray into a hobby HAS to result in something salable. Sometimes your investment will be in embarrassing mistakes and lessons learned before it’s up to par. Don’t be so afraid someone will steal your ideas before you have the skills to put them out in high quality. Don’t be afraid to not share every failure, which sounds odd but when you’re starting out, the insincerity of people saying it’s good can disillusion you when it fails so miserably in market and the comments get brutal. It’s okay if the failure makes you too vulnerable to handle joking about it or hearing it sucks. Some people forget that we don’t owe social media every part of our journey. And sometimes it’s better to just publish posts you want to represent you. Maybe even save and collect the failures in a collage to remind beginners there are no ‘naturals’ and perfection doesn’t exist. By the time you share them then, it’s possible you’re more than ready enough to handle laughing at your own expense.

So if you keep returning to those projects you’d have to be insane to do again, don’t be afraid to subquest off of the main and just experiment with how you can do that task better. Is it possible you can ignore the instructions and create a better workaround? Those little potted plants where you pull tiny leaves through tiny seed beads; maybe you can attach them to threads to hold and pull them snugly into that impossible little opening. Sometimes we’re simply bad at the way others do things. See a frustrating spot of failure as a place to ask if there’s a way you could do it better. Share it in a craft group and get the added bonus of making another struggling crafter excited that it works for them too. 

Grow through frustration. Grow through alternative methods. Grow through contribution. Enjoy the odd attraction of madness and mastery!

Comfort Zones

 Although I’m musing now about doing a video focus group for the first time, it actually put me in the mind of why it’s important to wander outside of your comfort zones. When I was younger, life became increasingly about finding comfort zones. I remember that curiosity didn’t always lead to positive growth and adventure and over time, I began to place more value on security and familiarity, not so much to stick my head in the sand and avoid discomfort, but because trouble and trauma was an obvious downside to being reckless with impulses. As an adult, I’m not risk adverse but I often consider a boring day to be a good one, at least until I realize my brain is becoming slow and lazy where it isn’t challenged at all.

So in comes the video focus group. An email came asking if I would like to participate for a rather nice compensation and I usually say hell no to videos because seeing what a camera does to me often horrifies me into wondering if I really talk and look like that. Of course I know I don’t because I’m super anxious and having a stage fright sort of meltdown but I constantly wonder what experiences I might be missing by shutting down opportunities based on my inherent fears of seeing myself in video.

So this time I said yes, sign me up. I didn’t ask what it was for, didn’t ask what would be required, didn’t know if they would disclose it if I did ask, just assumed from the screening questions that it was about electronics. It’s for a hypothetical new product by a well known tech company (I didn’t have to sign an NDA but I’m also not going into the details either) and ugggggh, the moderator kept asking me to start a new question.

So it was pretty much banging me in the head of an area I’m no good with. I’m not that great forming original ideas. My ADHD was causing me to just lose my train of thought or ramble on without remembering my point. I should have been a mess by the end of it but the moderator did one thing right. She remembered there are customers just like me that they need too. People that don’t have all the right answers, who aren’t eloquent, who lose focus. I could have built off of any of the other panelists’ ideas and done much better, but by the end of it, I began to understand why she put me outside of my comfort zone. Maybe it was intentional. I’m clearly a writer. I’m great at it and it’s known, easy to find in a search. I’m great at crafting thought at my own pace and self-editing slowly. But I’m a bit unhinged without something to build off of. So by the time we reached the end, I was plenty ready to be done but also not completely deflated and humiliated. I saw the reasoning in why she liked to catch me off guard. 

Comfort zones don’t help companies grow either. And while I wished I was more eloquent and had more profound contributions, I was actually surprised hearing others agree and expand on what I said. I always place myself where I’m strongest and it was really interesting to experience it the other way around. 

Leaping Over Leap Day

 It’s been a while since I’ve wandered over to the old blog to post updates and I thought about not doing it because I have no idea what I even wrote about last time so instead, I’ll just apologize if I’m rehashing anything here again.

In January, I saw my primary doctor again and was able to get back on Vyvanse again, which helped me sort out my head. On the upside, it no longer raises my heart rate and BP since getting back on it. Insurance switched it over to generic only but I haven’t had any issues except for some mild headaches at first, but that went away within a week. I’m also on order for two dosage amounts that work best in case one or the other is short one month. So far, no issues though.

Went back to the foot doctor in February because the foot issue was lingering too long. First we discussed possible nerve surgery since the x-rays didn’t turn up anything he could see but he wanted to get an MRI first to rule out other possible culprits that would make the surgery the wrong one. Results for that came back for possible early osteonecrosis of the second metatarsal, a hairline crack at the head of the joint, so again, going conservative by treating it like a stress fracture and I now wear a fracture boot and take diclofenac for inflammation. I go back early March to see if that does much good. If not, well, a Freiburg infraction (another term for it) is likely and that will be several surgeries down the road because you can’t stop the deterioration. Core decompression surgery and replacement surgery are the big ones but I’ve seen other options that might help slow the progression and pain of it too. As usual, we’ll see. When it comes to these things, it’s a waste of precious time to fixate on worrying over what could be. I stayed informed and hope for the best and leave it at that.

As if to drive home that things can always suck a little extra, I caught a nasty cold after so carefully avoiding any for the past few years but it was bound to hit like a brick because of that. I’m still on the sticky congestion stage after a week but I’m basically getting back to normal now. 

Did some work making the digital files I’ll be printing for my miniature cafe project. Really, once I rig lights and get the walls, windows, door and patio attachment done, the rest will come together pretty quickly. I have most of the detailing done, though I may think of little touches to work on as I go, but it’s likely I can finish it this month. Plans are a bit of a lost cause so realistically that’s if bigger obstacles don’t worm in. At this point, I’m just happy I could work on a few things today. That was definitely the hardest part of enduring that cold, though that awful sore and bone dry throat that tortured me the first three days was definitely a contender until the mucus came along and offered relief.

lol I crocheted yet another sweater for my sister and I’m planning on doing a summer beach coverup for her next. I never wear the things I make so I figured I’d be able to satisfy my curiosity and put it to good use that way. And yeah, yeah, I *could* sell it but that way always lies misery. I enjoy gifting; I don’t enjoy explaining how if I sell it, it won’t be cheap. But it’s one of the few ways artists can control their value and enjoyment of their skills. It doesn’t have to make sense to others but that’s the way I do it and it works for me. Integrity of my values and control of my assets have taken years to sort out. If you want me to funnel precious time and energy into a specific project, the offer has to fulfill those. Otherwise, I want to put my time towards my long queue of things I’ll likely never finish but will certainly attempt to.

I have things to draw, books to write, ideas to crochet (or turn into patterns), dolls to customize, video games to play, miniatures to make, 3D models to design… being a conveyor line of low-cost goods isn’t among them. I have definitely been focusing time towards ‘giving back’ as well, where I enjoy teaching people about my skills and hobbies, awareness for ADHD and fibroids and so on. I don’t sit around with nothing to do. I have to constantly make sure I’m achieving a balance between these things and the most basic of needs. No more ‘ha ha, I’ll sleep when I’m dead’; no, ma’am/sir, sleep and exercise and diet are all things I can’t just sacrifice thoughtlessly for work or passion. If I really want to get all I can out of life, I have to remember I’m not getting younger or more ambitious. But I’m getting better at everything and more realistic about how life works. I just want to get those things in that matter. I intend to be stubborn about my priorities but flexible about what I can actually do about them.

And that’s that. No leaping for me. Fucked up foot and all. But already I’m thinking, what exercises will I be able to do long term if this becomes a longer obstacle? Why not learn and prepare just enough that hope allows for optimism too? Why not make those outrageous things I might have laughed about before but then stop and think ‘actually, that would be pretty awesome if I could’? Let’s go for it…

I Think I’m Ready Now…

 I didn’t want to get into the habit of droning on and on about the ups and downs of recovery; I’ve fallen into redundancy with blogging in the past and it’s something I’ve wanted to avoid repeating. But it hasn’t been easy.

I’ve gone from energizing highs to aggravating lows. One thing that has made the past month harder than usual is that my ADHD meds have hit a desert. But I’ve also been better off without stimulants, my heart rate and sleep and hormones better so I’m thinking I need to address trying a non-stimulant med. My focus has been absolutely shot and my frustration with fighting impulses and sudden memory loss are still too much to manage well on my own.

But it’s my weight that is bugging me the most. I’ve lost some inflammation for certain but I can’t quite deal with how alien I look to myself. When you spent most of your life being fit and normal weight, being overweight is disjointed and obesity is horrifying. I can’t move the way I want to and I can never summon enough energy I need creatively. I NEED to lose weight to meet the goals that actually matter to me. If it were just being fat, fuck it, let it be. My blood and other tests have been stellar, but it’s the feeling of being trapped in a body that isn’t working the way I demand from it that can’t continue.

I was going to just chill through until the New Year, but now I want to start the day after Christmas. I’m not planning anything for the new year so I’m going to go ahead and start bringing on the pain of change. I can’t be content in this body so alien to me and now that the tumor is gone and the large incision fully fused, I want to get going. I set a workout schedule, conservative because I did this before and learned what not to do if I found myself a square one again, and I’m going to go for it once family time is well-spent.

I do feel more myself but this body is something I can’t be content with. I have to work harder to repair the damage done. My surgeon gave me this golden chance to fight my way out and it’s too good to waste. It’s truly time to fight to win myself back. To feel strong and confident and eccentric and bubbly again. I have a lot of bad-ass ideas yet to set loose in the world and a life to live to the fullest. It’s the only one again and my little speck of existence. I want to treasure every moment but it will always fall short unless I care for the shell I’m in. I want to feel bold and beautiful and match the energy of my mind and spirit again.

I’ll get there but I have to be ready to hurt and fight through the trials. And things in this world sure love to try me so I should be at my best to give it right back.

Nothing Special?

 I don’t have anything particular in mind but I definitely have some life changes worth noting.

On the positive side, my weight is coming down on its own, I’m able to do a full range of lifting and bending and stretching. I’m not constantly dealing with aches and pains. The pressure that was concerning in my left eye is normal again. I’m able to get more exercise by the day. Been keeping up with crafts and crochet but some of it is gifts I don’t want to spoil by posting where it can be found, so a lot will come up after the holidays.

Negatives: still have the eye floater and now astigmatism in the left eye, near sighted in the right. I’ll need progressive lenses to see better. No idea what to do about the floater but my insurance probably doesn’t cover it. The toe I had injected last year is starting to ache again; may need an alcohol injection to kill the nerve. Perimenopause is a bitch so insomnia and hot flashes seem to be an annoyance some nights. My diastolic BP is higher than my doctor likes but I’m very much going to attempt to make changes and fix that. My BP has been higher since the ovary problem came to a climax and I expected it may take time for it to come down so I’m not worried about it at the moment. I’m not experiencing the concerns that come with BP problems like shortness of breath or racing heart rate.

I’m still working on projects that help me balance creativity and stamina. Although I’d love to go back to writing my books, getting those big ideas swirling around onto the page, it’s difficult to concentrate on using a computer much right now and the eye floater is behind this. I’m still hoping it’s temporary or I’ll have to find some way to afford getting it zapped or drained. I do have plenty that needs to get done where it won’t be an annoyance so I’m going to continue working on my health and hoping some of these negatives can be shed with this newfound ability to use my body. Before, I felt like a voodoo doll, just stuck from every direction so there was no ‘do this to fix that’; I was restricted so bad that normal rules didn’t apply. I was gaining weight not eating for 5 days, unable to bend or do anything without pain that didn’t match the actions.

And now I’m starting to recognize my own body again. When I get signals, they mean something and I can fix the problem and feel better. I ended up isolated because no one could help me and people felt helpless. They couldn’t feel my pain and doctors couldn’t help me validate it because they weren’t taking the effort to look. Cycles of futility that made me fade into depression and anxiety, unable to enjoy anything, hanging on by a thread by hoarding projects I couldn’t start. I felt like I was twice my age and ready to be done with all of it. I was a wraith, a husk of a person. The return to finding myself has been exhilarating and fun. I feel the bubbliness and electric wit coming back more naturally, not pushing through a dense mask of desperation.

I can’t wait to show all the bits and pieces of these projects! I can’t wait to find more ways to advocate for women’s medicine and ADHD and hope. Whether I’m just helping one person or many get a boost, it’s truly what makes me me. I’m always learning how to hear others without losing myself, that sacrifice cannot be something that always drains you, that it must feed you to be your best self in some way. I anticipate, for once, a really optimistic year and truly hope for things to keep trending towards good fortune.