I am not defined by my autoimmune disease:
At thirty-eight, I was diagnosed with what doctors called chronic daily migraines and generalized anxiety disorder. Always trying to understand this diagnosis made 10 years a struggle. Conventional medications didn’t work, and nothing seemed to touch the relentless pain and fear.
After years of struggle, my husband and I sold everything
At thirty-eight, I was diagnosed with what doctors called chronic daily migraines and generalized anxiety disorder. Always trying to understand this diagnosis made 10 years a struggle. Conventional medications didn’t work, and nothing seemed to touch the relentless pain and fear.
After years of struggle, my husband and I sold everything and moved to a quiet little town in Mexico, hoping the change would bring peace and healing.
At first, my body calmed. The constant tension eased, and I dared to believe we had finally found relief. But then the symptoms roared back worse than ever. For the next two years, I was mostly bed-bound, barely able to function.
It turned out the migraines weren’t the real problem—they were just the loudest symptom. The true culprit was an autoimmune disease that had been quietly driving everything all along.
This space is where I share the raw, real story of living with chronic illness—the long road of misdiagnosis, the heartbreak of setbacks, the small victories, and the lessons in resilience and reinvention. If you’re navigating your own mysterious health challenges, or simply looking for honest writing about what it’s like when your body turns against you, I hope you’ll stick around.
Welcome.
Your Empowered Lioness