Wildheart Wanderings

I've heard it often..."Oh, no! I'm not hypermobile. I'm not that flexible and anyway, wouldn't a doctor have diagnosed me by now if I had something like that?" A lot of people reconsider when we talk through their symptoms and what they've experienced, usually for years or decades of life. Let's take a look. First, hypermobillty doesn't just mean being really bendy. Flexibility and hypermobility are two separate things. So, what is the difference? With hypermobility ther

When you have a chronic condition, you never feel like you do enough. In lfe, or for yourself to improve your health. It's like a cloud of always fallng short and so when and where we can, we push ourselves. Sometimes that looks like extreme dieting. Sometimes it looks like fetal position and tears when the rest of the family is asleep. Sometimes it's pushing ourselves to the very edge of our physical abilities because "someone" (sometimes our own mind) tells us we can't qui

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