08/02/2026
We wrapped up two full days of events this weekend… and I am exhausted.
Both days I wore my compression socks, had my neck wrap, had help setting up and tearing down, and made sure to alternate between sitting and standing.
Between coaching and vendor events, I’m also a mom, a wife, a friend, a pet owner, and somehow still trying to keep a household running.
All while working on my physical and mental health.
What you may not know about me—or maybe you do if you’ve been following for a while—is that I have hEDS.
I was born with a rotated hip and had to learn to walk differently than most kids. I bruised constantly, had some pretty impressive mobility party tricks, and to this day I can turn my feet almost completely in both directions and still proudly pop my hip like it’s the 80s. 🤣
After Lyme disease, I developed dysautonomia, along with several other post-Lyme complications.
Before all of that, I survived two pulmonary embolisms, an emergency gallbladder removal, and a hysterectomy.
So yeah… at 42, my body has been through a lot. 🤣
That’s why I’ve stopped feeling guilty for resting.
Sometimes rest doesn’t look Instagram-worthy.
Sometimes it looks like a messy room, my girls curled up beside me, swollen legs, compression socks, and giving my body permission to recover.
And yes, those dark rings around my ankles are stained skin from years of blood pooling. I’ve had them since I was a teenager. That’s part of living with hEDS.
You don’t have to earn rest by collapsing.
Sometimes the strongest thing you can do is listen to your body before it forces you to.
