Exploring Autoimmune

I feel confident most of us are people pleaser. Let’s take a vote…are you or are you not a people pleaser?!

Which one are you?

I am fortunate enough that this didn’t happen to me, but I know this unfortunately is the case for many of you. Keep pressing keep asking questions and don’t give up. You will find a diagnosis!

Still waiting on that next message.

Ahhhh dumb and dumber, little bff’s, rarely see one without the other. Definitely don’t love that.

I’m not gonna pretend I don’t know alcohol is inflammatory. I do.

I’ve gone months without drinking, felt great, sworn I was done… and then summer rolls around and I just wanna sit on a patio with my friends and feel like a normal human.

And then suddenly the food rules go out the window too. A couple bevvies + pizza? Burger? Sure, why not.

Do I always feel great afterward? Absolutely not. Do I know I’m making choices my body may not love? Yep.

I’m still figuring out what balance looks like for me. Maybe someday I’ll be 100% alcohol-free. Maybe I won’t. I honestly don’t know.

But I’m curious… does anyone else with an autoimmune disease struggle with this too? It’s so easy to look on social media and feel like everyone else has it figured out but you. I’m here to let you know that we don’t. Nobody does. Everyone is trying to find some form of balance in their life.

Oh FFS. At this point I’m not really sure what is causing what.

Who else is here with me?!

You’re not a burden for having a body that requires extra care.

And always remember… those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind.

You have no idea what I just wrote down? Well I had no idea my body was going to do that. Whoopsie.

Just kidding. I wish I could do that but the people pleaser in me would neeevvvvvveeeerrrr.

If you have an autoimmune disease you know exactly how much energy it takes to document everything. The timeline, the symptoms, the medications, the reactions, the appointments, the diagnoses. Writing it out is not a small thing.

And then they walk in, glance at the chart, and say “so what brings you in today” — and something in you just dies a little.

We deserve doctors who actually read the room. And the paperwork.

Anyone in here ever laced into their doctor?

Nobody talks about how hard it is to be a good friend when your body is actively working against you. You’re exhausted, you’re hurting, you’re barely holding it together — and then someone you love needs you, and you show up anyway. Every time.

The world might see someone who cancels plans. What it doesn’t see is the version of you that cries and answers the text anyway.

You give from a tank that’s already empty, and somehow you still choose your people. That’s not weakness. That’s everything.

Who out there feels me on this one….