Wildheart Wanderings

The question always comes when someone brings up another "thing" for a chronic condition. We already do so much each day. We already invest more effort into just keeping our pain and other symptoms at a low enough level to get through each day than anyone else we know. We already have tried and discarded a multitude of other promising options. We already are tired of doing all the things all the time. So the question of whether or not a new thing actually will help us, righ

Yes, I really do know. Those with the conditions I share like lipedema, lymphedema, and hypermobility or Ehlers Danlos, need the therapies that help us. We need activity and movement. We need things that move lymph and break down fibrotic tissue and restore our fascia and support overall health. However, and it's an elephant-sized however, those things hurt. If a cat stepping on your leg can be excruciating, how much more does it hurt if you're intentionally putting pressu

The biggest piece of my healing journey, by leaps and bounds, wasn't an "aha!" moment, but something I learned slowly. and also things I unlearned. For years I'd been told I needed to do certain things and I would be healthy (aka skinny). I listened to criticism from people in my personal circles, health professionals I saw, and experts out there who had never met me or anyone like me. I heard that people with conditions like mine had no hope of truly healing and that my bod

The last post I made feels like a lifetime ago. It was titled, "When the Basics are too Much" and I guess they truly were too much because life spun a little out of control and my own health and life needed attention before I could get back to helping others. It happens with chronic conditions, and with life itself. But God is faithful and God wasn't done. My spiral started when I slammed my hand in the car door and broke my thumb. I was in a removable splint type of thing

Every year we head to the ocean for at least a week. It's never long enough and I always shed tears when we leave. It's the only time in my life that I don't have pain. Within a few days of soaking up sun, sitting in the surf as it sloshes all around me, feeling the sand between my toes (and everywhere else!), and listening to the sound of the waves the pain goes away. I crave the ocean because it soothes my soul and makes me feel somewhat normal again. I always marvel at