07/24/2026
some hurts you can’t see.
From the time I was 16 until 22 I was very ill, but no one could see it. At 22, I was paralyzed and needed a wheelchair to get around. My illness became somewhat visible, however the hardest hurts aren’t what you can see, but what you cannot.
I’ve been pretty sick since my last post and have waited until I had some good news, but that has not come-YET. I’ve realized I need prayer. I need prayer surrounding me all of the time, especially when things are hard. A few specific prayer requests are improvement in disease, symptom control, and finding a community and friends in Atlanta.
I’m having a multitude of symptoms including extreme exhaustion, inability to eat much, nausea, GI upset, and many more. Being isolated to bed and sleeping a lot of the time is extremely hard. I’m unable to even text friends most days.
Since my last post things went bad and it was quick. I lost it. My body revolted during the 2 weeks to follow. It felt like I wasn’t in control of my body- spacticity, emotions were high, and I felt helpless.
Since my first month in Charleston I have travelled there every 3 weeks for 2 days of treatment. It’s long days of driving (around 6 hours there and 6 hours back), but I know I’m getting good care. I feel like I have a new family with the staff and other patients which warms my heart and makes it so much easier to travel knowing this.
I’m so thankful for those who’ve stayed by my side and my mom who’s had to take care of me day and night. God is in control and always has a better and brighter plan than I do. Maybe this turn for the worst is my body adjusting and changing into a better and brighter self? Let’s see what only God can do.💙