Endotbay, Thunder Bay, ON (2026)

01/01/2026

If Spotify gets to summarize a year of music,
We get to summarize a year of chronic pain, sh*tshows, flare-ups, medical trauma, and our bodies acting like it’s in a constant state of hypervigilance.

2025 was a mess.
A complete medical disaster.
A plot twist that didn’t need twisting.
A highlight reel of pain, fatigue, inflammation, autoimmune chaos, and chronic illness bingo cards we never asked to play.

But we made it.
Barely.
Resiliently.
Sarcastically.
And with more unhinged dark humour than any person should have to have.

Here’s to everyone who is fighting daily battles no one sees…
To everyone living in pain…
To everyone juggling appointments, diagnoses, medication shortages, flare-ups, trauma, grief, and a severely broken healthcare system.

You made it through another year.
And that alone deserves a standing ovation (from someone else, because we’re not standing).
I’m so damn proud of every single one of us warriors.

Here’s to finally wrapping up 2025—together.🖤✨

12/30/2025

I’ve never really known how to celebrate my birthday…

For a long time, it felt safer to make the day small than to risk disappointment, especially being chronically ill. Loss, grief, pain, chronic illness, and trauma have a way of teaching you not to expect too much.

This time last year, my world was incredibly different. I had lost my home, my stability, and nearly everything I owned. It was just me and my cats, trying to survive quietly. I carried so much of that pain silently and alone. I asked for very little—just a safe place, food in the fridge, and the ability to keep going.

I sold everything. I watched my entire life walk out the door piece by piece, and it was one of the hardest things I’ve ever witnessed. In losing almost everything, I learned what actually matters.

I learned how little I need, and how much strength I carry. I learned how to love myself in a quieter, steadier way; protecting my peace, by choosing myself, and showing up even when it’s hard. To never take my mental health for granted. To choose my health—mentally, physically, emotionally above everything.

I’ve lost friends. I’ve lost family. I’ve lost versions of myself. I’ve lost the body I once knew. I’ve endured surgeries, chronic pain, and long, dark stretches where simply staying felt like an act of courage.

I’ve learned that peace is not boring—it’s sacred. In a world where chronic illness is constant chaos, I do not take stillness for granted. I love the quiet now. The books. The sitcoms. The crafting. The small, intentional life I built.

Even though being alone can still feel scary sometimes, it brings me a kind of peace I never want to lose again.

Thirty-five years of lessons shaped by grief, pain, trauma, illness, resilience, and an unshakeable will to keep going. Thirty-five years of learning how to choose myself. Thirty-five years of becoming someone I’m deeply proud of and someone I’m still growing and learning about every single day.

Here’s to 35 years. 35 chapters. 35 lessons.
Here’s to choosing me.🤎🎂✨

12/25/2025

Christmas isn’t always joyful for everyone…

Some of us are managing unbearable symptoms instead of traditions.
Some are holding boundaries instead of hands.
Some are grieving loved ones, versions of ourselves, or the futures we thought we’d have.
Some are spending today alone, not by choice, but by circumstance.

If today feels heavy, quiet, or nothing like the holidays you see on social media or in the movies, the ones you once had, or the one you envisioned, you’re not failing at Christmas…

You’re surviving something very real and you’re not alone.

Living with chronic pain, endometriosis, grief, and other chronic illnesses, can make life feel like it’s been split into the before and after—like your story took a turn you never expected. But even here, in this chapter that feels unfinished or unbelievably hard, your story is still unfolding.

Rest counts. Logging off counts. Breathing counts. Crying counts. Existing counts.

I see your silent battles, your incredible resilience and everything in between. So, I’m holding space for you and everyone who needs it today.

Because even if you can’t see what comes next right now, this isn’t the end of your story; your next chapter awaits.🤎✨

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12/21/2025

There will be a lot of posts this season sharing how magical the holidays are, how much was accomplished, and how incredible 2025 was, but it’s okay if the only thing you did this year was survive.

This time of year can be a painful reminder of so many things, especially for those of us living with chronic illness. Social media has a way of making our lives feel smaller or less-than when they don’t match the sparkling highlight reels of others. But the truth is, the holidays are deeply personal, and everyone deserves to celebrate in a way that honours their own needs. For many of us, that means letting go of the “shoulds” and redefining what the season looks like.

For me, releasing traditional expectations was both liberating and empowering. I realized I didn’t need a packed house, a loud party, or a full table to make the holidays meaningful. I was often sick around this time of year, cancelling plans and carrying unnecessary stress. Eventually, I learned to prioritize how I felt—not just physically, but emotionally and mentally. With illnesses that are unpredictable and chaotic, I’ve found peace in a quiet day with my cat, completely alone. We open gifts in the morning, watch our favourite holiday movies, listen to Christmas music, take a cozy cat nap—no big feasts, no pressure, no clean-up.

So I’m here to remind you that it’s okay to rewrite your holiday traditions. You’ve fought hard this year. It’s okay to use this busy season to slow down, reset, and recharge. Make simple memories. Rest when you need to. And most importantly, give yourself permission to put yourself first.💚🌲✨

12/21/2025

There is absolutely nothing silent about

08/07/2025

The Summer They Don’t Write About:

They don’t write books about this kind of summer.
The one spent indoors, under heating pads, exhausted beyond belief and counting medications instead of memories.

The one where “sun-kissed” meant flushed from a vicious flare, and “late nights” meant pain-induced insomnia.

No Cousins Beach. No yearning whirlwind romances. Just the quiet kind of resilience fighting to stay alive, even when your body and mind begged you not to. It’s the kind of character arc that deserves its own novel.

So, maybe this summer wasn’t “The Summer I Turned Pretty” but, it definitely was the summer I somehow survived.

And that deserves to be written, because it’s the most important chapter of all.☀️📙🐚

07/06/2025

Welcome to Chronic Illness Confessions: Part 2 — where we tell the brutally honest, occasionally unhinged, and wildly relatable truth about living in a body that’s constantly glitching.

And let’s be real…chronic illness isn’t pretty. It’s complete chaos.

From heating pads becoming our life partners to immune systems that act like drama queens, this is the side of chronic illness you won’t often find on your feed.

Because some days, the only thing holding us together is dark humour and a single fraying thread of willpower.

If you’ve ever cancelled plans just to stare blankly into the void while bed rotting, or smiled politely while someone said “but you don’t look sick!”—this is your moment.

✨ Drop your most unfiltered chronic illness confession in the comments.

Let’s try our best to laugh through the chaos together. No shame. Just vibes. And maybe a little lidocaine.😉🤎

07/03/2025

You’ve survived things people can’t even pronounce—never mind endure.
That’s not weakness. That’s not laziness. That’s not “being dramatic.”
That’s extraordinary.

This is for every single person living in a body that demands too much. For the warriors who cancel plans, cry quietly in pain, mask their symptoms, and still manage to show up in a world that rarely sees the whole picture.

This is your reminder that surviving isn’t a small thing. It’s literally everything.🖤🫂

06/30/2025

Let’s talk about the kind of loneliness no one posts about…

You know the one—where your illness keeps you inside while the world dives into summer adventures, patio eats and drinks, flights and festivals, late-night bonfires, and long drives with the windows down. Meanwhile, you’re just trying not to pass out from standing too long or fighting off a two-day flare from sitting outside for five minutes.

If you’re grieving what you can’t do this summer, missing the old version of you, or feeling like everyone’s forgotten you exist—you are not alone.🖤☀️

06/22/2025

The awkward, unhinged, and painfully unfiltered truths we keep to ourselves—because they’re too heavy, too weird, or just too “much” for small talk.

But if we don’t start talking about it… who will?

So, this one’s for those who’ve cried in public bathrooms, canceled plans for the hundredth time, and Googled “why does my body hate me” like the internet owed you an explanation.

If you’ve ever felt like you’re too much, not enough, or completely falling apart—you’re not alone.

Because this sh*t?
It’s hard. Really hard.

Drop your own unspoken truths in the comments.🖤👇🏼

06/20/2025

🚨The Canada Disability Benefit is finally here…

And it could mean monthly financial support for disabled individuals between the ages of 18–64.

If you live with a disability, which includes some chronic illnesses, and receive the Disability Tax Credit (DTC), you may be eligible.

✨Applications open: June 20, 2025
✨First payments start: July 2025

Although this new monthly benefit won’t by any means fix the system—it might help keep the lights on, fill your prescriptions and grocery cart, or maybe even help ease the stress during the month.

👉🏼Swipe to learn more and make sure to visit the website for further details.

05/25/2025

You learn how to mask pain when you live with it every single day.

You learn how to laugh through the aches, how to show up when your body is begging you to rest, how to say “I’m fine” when what you really mean is “I’m barely holding it together.”
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People often say, “You’re so strong,” but they don’t always see that strength is often born from survival—not by choice.

This isn’t the kind of strength any of us signed up for. This is the kind of strength that comes from being pushed to your limits—over and over again.

And while we do carry it well, that doesn’t mean we’re okay.
It doesn’t mean the pain isn’t real.
It doesn’t mean the weight isn’t unbearable some days.
We’re all pushing through pain most people can’t imagine.

And I want you to know that you are doing more than enough. You don’t have to look strong to be strong. And you don’t have to collapse to deserve rest.

You are allowed to set the weight down. It’s not weakness; It’s survival.🖤✨

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