Something has been keeping me up at night. It doesn't exactly come as a surprise, because it seems to be everywhere I turn lately. Isn't it funny how that works? Something is on your mind, settled on the surface of your subconscious and then BAM!..suddenly you see it/hear about it/feel it wherever you go. I should start by saying I've been thinking about bodies A LOT lately. Particularly my body. As of right now I am still struggling and working towards a diagnosis for my own ailments. I am asking questions in hopes that I will get answers that lead towards a path of treatment for the mysterious condition that is currently plaguing my nervous & immune systems, joints, and tissue.
Why is my tissue degenerating?
Why does everything hurt?
What is going to heal this?
Invariably because I identify as having a female body, I have been thinking and comparing my body to those of other women I know or have read about. Healthy women. Vibrant women. Strong ass women. Many of whom are plagued by mystery illnesses and pain of their own.
And I want to know why.
Why are women so disproportionately affected by autoimmune illness?
Why does our cultural still see women's bodies as disposable?
It just doesn't sit right with me. So I will continue to ask the questions. And from there, I will write down the answers. Eventually I hope to record them and film them, as well.
My last post opened a proverbial Pandora's box filled with stories of ailing women. And surviving women. Everywhere I turn I hear another one. Someone shares with me or hears of my own struggles and likens it to a woman they know. T
hey all begin the same way: "My aunt...sister...friend...wife...aunt...daughter"
There are many women out there looking for answers. I think of them when I lay awake at night and wonder what I can do to help them heal. For now, I just know that there a many stories out there. I am going to do my best to start capturing them.
And if you have one? Or know of one that's worth sharing?
Send it my way.
I promise I'll keep it with care.