Hi Reader,
It’s been over a month since I’ve shared a blog post update with you on this current series I’m writing about overcoming health anxiety.
Writing about my experiences has been taking longer than I imagined. It’s difficult to put emotions into words, to stand back and see how much I was struggling, and to weave in the life lessons I wish I'd known back then.
In the past, I would have jumped straight into sharing something like my top ten tips for dealing with health anxiety, but as I grow up and evolve (as a writer, creator, human being), I'm not here for quick tips anymore.
There are far too many quick tips out there that seem promising at face value, but when you actually try to implement them (and if you even get to the place of taking action), it never goes anywhere.
I'm here for the depth, the lived experience, and the often long and winding road to actual change (or should I say acceptance).
It almost feels as if writing the truth and depth of the story is what’s needed to truly close those chapters of my life.
On the blog
On that note, this next blog post in this series is about how I thought receiving good news after a biopsy meant my life could finally go back to normal...
Except the positive results wouldn’t settle in my body, and I had no idea what 'normal' even meant anymore.
I was still dealing with chronic pain in my back, and I was having a new pain flare-up around my pelvis.
The doctor said I was fine, but how could I be fine if I was in pain?
I started poking my body regularly, trying to figure out where the pain was coming from. That led to a strange new morning routine and a frantic search to uncover the root of my pain.
Every time I thought I had it figured out, I’d end up back at square one. And then things would get worse… like panic attack worse.
This is the part of the story where I finally got some answers about my health, but they weren’t the ones I'd hoped for.
When I couldn't stop checking my own body
I found myself with a new morning routine, and not the ‘calm, peaceful, connected to my highest self’ kind that I would have liked. No, this was a ‘poke my body’ kind of morning routine.
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If you’re in this place right now, I promise it doesn't always feel like this. I’ll share how I got to the other side of this experience soon.
For now, I'd love to hear from you. What chapter are you in on this journey we call life?
Thank you for reading,
P.S. In current life news, I'm super excited that the fuchsia on my patio started blooming :)