On February 3, 2015 I was diagnosed with Hashimoto’s. That day changed my life in many ways, and it was also ordinary.
After the 2 hour long appointment, I took a nap, and read all this literature about changing my diet. Yet, that was the starting point.
I’ve learned so much these last 4 years–and I keep learning. There’s been deep inner work, there’s been healing, and yet an ongoing realization that I don’t just exist on this earth to produce things. I exist just to be. To be myself. To be in loving relationship. To love myself.
So healing for me hasn’t been about “getting my life back.” The life I had before my diagnosis was pretty empty. I thought belonging was about fitting in and being able to do what I saw my friends doing.
It’s not. Healing is about knowing myself, knowing others, knowing the Divine.
My illness has led me to this place; and at this point I count it as a gift. I would never wish this illness on anyone, and to those who have it, I would say, “maybe the invitation is to find who you really are.”
No more over-extending. No more not speaking my truth.
Sure, I will make mistakes and lose my way. But I trust myself to find my lane again. And that makes all the difference.
Oh-and please check out The Nap Ministry.
And please check out Rest for Resistance.
Below is the ending of a poem I wrote to commemorate this year’s Diagnosis Day. My illness is speaking to me.
I am a lonely companion, taking you to peer at this shifty shadow. But I am near, and you will grow. Yes, slow. Yes, risk. Yes, joy. Yes, help. Yes, you are stronger than you ever dare know.