Freelance writer of short stories, articles, opinion pieces, and personal essays. I mostly cover topics relating to chronic illness, mental health, LGBTQ+ themes, and women's issues.
She’s experienced this since her high school days in the 1980’s. And even then she started seeing a chiropractor on a frequent basis. This proved for quite some time to be an effective way of helping her with most of the pain she experiences. But as she got older, pain management became an even trickier task. Now, as her pain has gotten significantly worse and most other forms of relief have shown to be useless, medication has become a necessary factor in her life. However, due to the recent opioid crisis, obtaining the medication found proven to keep her living a productive and normal life has taken jumping through hoops and a lot of judgement from doctors and society altogether to receive. It’s imperative that we take the necessary steps to keep the number of opioid addictions and opioid related deaths down. But I’ve attended enough doctors appointments and emergency room visits by my mothers side to know that treating people with chronic pain like drug addicts is neglectful.
Since then, I’ve led a life frequented by doctor’s visits, trips to the emergency room and days spent in bed, too sick to move. From the doctors who diagnosed me, to the ones who continue to help keep my head above water. To my mother who helps me live my everyday life as normally as possible, more often than not, I had someone assisting me along the way.
Then, at the age of 18, I was diagnosed with a chronic illness. As time went by and my health gradually got worse, the inability to exercise regularly and the effects of being on multiple different medications caught up to me. Which then ultimately left me bloated and over fifty pounds heavier in less than a year. Though I’m 23 now, I haven’t had much luck in getting the body back that I had before I got sick. Today, when I meet people who I may have known back when I was thinner, I feel the need to explain why I’ve gained so much weight. Anytime I see family members or friends I haven’t been around in a while, the drastic change in how I look adds a layer of awkwardness. And most of the time this topic isn’t possible to avoid. Whether it’s brought up by them, someone else, or I feel the need to bring it up myself, my weight gain is often a subject that I can’t seem to get around.
See, I’ve always been a writer. Since I was little and all throughout school, I could write my way through any essay, short story or book report. And have always viewed it as being enjoyable instead of tasking. Writing has unfailingly been a passion of mine, and that passion has only grown as I’ve gotten older. When you’re young, passion and creativity seem never ending. But when you try to make a living off that passion, you soon realize that creativity comes in inconsistent waves. Even when you’re doing what you love, that inconsistency can often leave you frustrated and feeling like a failure.
Many Americans were rightfully shocked and appalled. Soon after, the current state of the US was most commonly compared to the likes of Nazi Germany. Though most comparisons come from distant pasts and under dictatorships that most would never associate with the land of the free, the United States does have a dark history of separating families.
And though these allegations were mostly met with an out pour of support, many people believe Chloe Dykstra was never abused at all. Even though she mentions sexual abuse as part of the torment her former partner put her through, most of the other allegations are emotional rather than physical. Many people seem to be under the assumption that since Chloe Dykstra was never hit, then she never actually experienced any abuse.
Seven years ago, I was diagnosed with a chronic illness and unfortunately have become sicker over the years. Even though I spend the majority of my time too sick to leave the house, I’m still like any regular 23-year-old that yearns for a healthy dating life.