04/11/2026
What does a day in the life of living with a chronic illness look like?
It depends.
Some days, when my autoimmunity is well managed, it looks like I’m a high-functioning, high-performing person.
It can look like my life is one adventure after another, where I’m constantly backpacking or hiking or out enjoying nature.
It can seem like everything is positive and happy - the times where I love everything about my life: my market job, coaching, my marriage, my family, my tribe, my fur children.
Other days, it’s crying in the Cumberland Gap visitor center because I’m in the midst of the worst flare of my life and I can’t do any of the things I wanted to do on my birthday vacation.
It can be frustration that I have to cancel plans I was really excited about yet again, either because I’m having a physical flare that limits me or I’m just too exhausted to go.
It can be fear and anxiety that keep me awake and worrying that if I don’t figure out how to fix what’s wrong with me, I’ll miss out on my bucket-list dreams and all the things I love to do.
And the thing is … from one extreme to the other, all of these are valid. All of them are a part of my story.
I learned a long time ago during my grief over my miscarriages that the only certainty about life is that there will always be ups and downs. Our responsibility is to learn how to navigate those ups and downs … that no matter what happens or where the day finds us, that we can pick ourselves back up, brush off, and continue forward with hope.
That we become gracefully resilient in the face of adversity.
That we take these experiences that shape us and use them as a light for others to help them find their way.
That when we look back, we can see the beautiful story that’s been written - one we couldn’t always fathom in those small moments, but is brilliantly obvious once we make it through the other side.